Dark place

 I’m in the dark place. I know it, I can feel it. It’s so hard to exist in this place,when your sinking. I feel so fragile every small things sets me to tears.  I felt it building for last couple weeks I knew it was coming when it hits it hits so hard .
  The thing about chronic depression it comes and goes like the waves of the ocean. Right  now I can feel that wave cresting. It is hard as a person with depression and you share those feelings are your thoughts with other people.  So many of them want to solve the “problem “.  I don’t share my feelings to hope for someone to solve them .I share my feelings to lighten the weight on my chest and maybe I don’t sink as fast.
But I’m fragile, like a Chinese vase with many cracks.