The phone rang. I lifted my head up off the tear-soaked pillow and searched for the phone under a mess of tissues and blankets.
Hello, I said, doing my best to sound as if I hadn’t just finished crying.
Hey man, how are you doing today?
Damn him. I felt the tears welling back up, begging to be released.
*cough* I’m ok. You know…just taking it one day at time.
But I hadn’t been able to take it one day at a time for weeks now. My world had been shrink-wrapped and all I could manage was to pray that the next 60 seconds wouldn’t send me over the edge. Minute by minute, hour by hour.
I wasn’t battling my depression; I was trying to survive it.