Depression is a glass dome. You are sitting in it. There's no way out. The oxygen is limited. You can breathe, but barely. You looked out. All 360 degrees you see. There's nothing in the way of your sight. And you stare at everything that is happening around you. 

You see your family. You see your friends. They are going about their lives.

You witnessed your best friend's wedding. You smiled and you felt the joy that everyone was experiencing together. 

You then watched another friend give birth. Oh! so cute, that little girl. or that little boy. That small little family looks so perfect and...whole. 

You look at yourself. In the glass dome. You smile. It's alright. You have everything you need and want for now. A happy marriage. Your own home. 

You watched as your friend's little one grow up. "Aunty! look at me!", the little one shouted from outside. You waved, you smiled. 

Then you heard a loud knock. Your best friend, your cousin, your friends. They all knocked on the glass dome and said "look you! over here!" They stand with their families. Their careers. Their travels. Their awards. Their recognitions. 

They waved and they started looking smaller and smaller. It's as though they were on a travellator, moving away at a constant pace. They became smaller and smaller. Their backs facing you, only with some heads turned, stretching their necks hard and far, so that they can catch the last glimpse of you.

And then you breathed. and realised that the air is limited. You looked out the glass dome. It is dark and empty. You tried to break out so that you can run after them. You hit the glass, you screamed, you threw things against it. And it cracked. but it did not break. 

You fell back onto the ground. You kept calling out for them. But it continued to stay dark...and quiet. 

And then, you are alone.