The Three D's

I sit here tonight, deep in thought. One moment I have so many things racing through my mind, the other I am so blank, so dull. Things seem dark here, lonely. The place that I have found myself once more is a familiar, yet not comfortable.
Depression is truly no respector of person, it shows no kindness toward me, or any other I have known. It comes to me when not expected, sneaks up from behind and attatches itself to me with no warning. It drags me down to that deep dark dungeon, where despair and grief are common place.
Doubt is friend to depression. It fills me once I have entered the dark place. It wraps its bony cold fingers around my mind...leaving me to question everything I have ever known. Who am I? Why am I here? Why am I STILL here? Do I deserve to be here? Do I deserve to go on? Why am I alone in the dark?
Disturbance is great. Nightmares come often, flashbacks occur even more. Good times from past have now become a prelude to despair. My life seemed to be in order, and the disturbance left it in disarray.
What is the way of escape? The three "Ds" hold me hostage. How do I rip the blindfold from my eyes and search for the light that leads the way out? Can I climb the dungeon walls by myself? Will there be anyone to throw down a rope?
Scared? Maybe. Terrified? Probably so. Defeated? Who can tell...it's to early in the game. Where will my pawn in life end?