It's my worst enemy against my true happiness, it's winning and I don't know how to stop it.

For me, depression is a soul-sucking monster, it absorbs the color, the light and the love out of the one thing that makes me happy. It keeps you blindfolded with your arms tied behind your back, telling you you're not good enough, that you never will be. "You're not creative, you can't even do it right. You suck, just stop, why even try?"

It's also cruel. This monster flashes images in your head and heart of when you used to find joy in creating, glimpses of when you had a million and one ideas in your mind and didn't have enough hours in the day to make them happen.
Now you just sit there, staring at a blank page, feeling nothing. Trying to make yourself do something, anything, just to get that feeling again. And it just fails...