They say that for every door that closes another opens.
But what if that doesn’t happen?
What if more doors close than open?
I think that must be what depression is. The sensation of being locked inside, the door closed and the key has gone missing.
The result is you sit, and sit, and sit looking at the door thinking someone will come by and open it for you.
When that doesn’t happen you continue to look at the door believing you are not worthy of having the door opened, and you begin to accept your lot in life, you are locked in, no way out, this is where you belong.
After a while, you begin to think the door is a clear glass one and everyone passing can see in, and you are sure they are thinking: “What a poor miserable bastard that person is, so glad I’m not like him.”
So you slink further into the corner of the room believing you are now more invisible than before, curl up into your favourite foetal position and pretend you are safe. The trouble is you are safe from the outside world because the door is well and truly locked and no one is getting in, but you are not safe from yourself.
This, however, doesn’t occur to you as all you are focused on is hiding from the outside world.
The door to your inner self is as locked as you imagine the door to your room is.
So right now you appreciate that the key is lost, that way you can flagellate yourself a little longer until that is, you hear a key rattling in the door.