It was one of those mundane spent days—my mind was blank from almost anything. I fell into the abyss of life, that sometimes, something will go wrong amidst everything in place.


I admit to myself that I am a resillient person. I may have gone a traumatic childhood and an abusive family, but I still had the positive outlook in life. So I concluded that everything was fine.


Almost fine. And 'almosts' always doesn't sound sweet.


A small, black cloud floats just above my head. I didn't know how it happened or when it started. I just woke up feeling heavy, gloomy for no reason.


It follows me anywhere I go. At school, at home, or at a nearby street when I have to take my dog for a walk. Even in that peaceful night when I was about to sleep.


It was a unique feeling. People have seen me, still with their wide smiles. As if nothing had changed. As if I weren't feeling sick all along. It was worst that I had to smile too, even if my insides were in an ugly protest.


I wonder if they can see that cloud. I think, they can't. I can't believe how vivid it appears to me, how real it feels; I could even touch it. I can't believe that how it is invisible to other people.


In everything that I do, I remember that cloud. I kept thinking over it. Pondering so heavily, 'til my mind reaches the point of exhaustion.


It scared me, that the cloud grew. Darker than it was.


I began oversleeping, and when I wake up, I feel more tired. Heavy eyebags grown under my eye. I find peace in nothing, but sleep. So I slept and slept, I couldn't stand these ill-feelings. I couldn't stand that cloud bugging me.


I can't eat foods. I just feel like...