I know when I’m approaching a dark tunnel and in most instances I know how to cover that tunnel and not get sucked into it. Most of the times I have been able to plan my escape but nothing in my life stays the same, even when it may appear identical, it’s not.

Recently I feel like Alice must be kin to me – I’m falling, falling, falling into that dark tunnel and I’m never certain of my destination. Depression has been a close foe for many years, doctors are fast to offer medication to eliminate depression but I have always been able to fight against the pressure.

I detest things that hide in the dark and a pill would only be a temporary fix. The tunnel would still exist. So my personal quest has always been a struggle to cover up the tunnel – only eventually it always opens again.