Turn the corner and find the stairs. I’m almost there now. Into the uplifting place I go. I need to make it to the second floor, but I’m even lower than I thought. My journey begins in a negative state. The basement houses the starting line in the race to defeat depression.
My breath can’t be caught. Climbing the basement stairs took everything out of me. I think I left Doubt and Sadness in the dust, but they both have endurance. They’ll be on the first floor any second now. The basement door closes, but the gaps leave room for those two weasels to slip through. All I want to do is take a nap by this point, but I ascend up the stairs anyways.
Each step causes my muscles pain. They want to give up and my will is right there with them. Defeat costs too much in this case though. Sweat beads roll down my forehead, but they don’t cool me off. Comfort is for the victors. That is the only thing that keeps me going.
Rest is in sight. I have made it through each step. Only the final door stands in front of me. Depression is next to me now. They say awful things and I almost fall backwards. Sadness and Doubt pull on the back of my shirt. For a second I am pulled back, but then I shake them off. Not even a muscle straining race could make me weaker than those two fools. As for Depression, they need those two to live, so I felt pride as Depression tumbled down the stairs. I knew that was my doing.
One leg went through the doorway, and then the other. My hands grasped the sides of the doorway. All my muscles were on the brink of being stretched too far. Eventually I made it through the door. I could finally breathe and the bed didn’t call my name. I had enough energy to run 3 more races now. Happiness came into my life then. That put an end to anything holding me back. I was free.