This is why I share–so others know they are not alone out there in a battle. The world is lonely enough.

The loneliness I feel is only enhanced with alcohol, and then depression has its way with me–surrounds me and slowly sucks the life out of me.

Like a canary in a coal mine, alone, slowly dying an invisible livelihood because the brilliance of life is slowly suffocated by the stagnant air of my evenings. 

It doesn’t need to be this way. I am not a caged bird. I’m free to fly if I release myself from the cage of confinement I willingly place myself in. 

Fly little birdie, fly. 

Freedom from depression’s death grip is right here within reach. 

Blue skies are overhead.