When melancholy takes over the mind,
One could be so low on enthusiasm that nothing in the world could perk the person up.
Dragging the feet to work; every step felt as if weights were being strapped around the ankles.
Low on morale; nothing seemed motivating enough to move on.
Habitual gloominess; smile is being forced onto the face and greeting people with a heavy heart.
Where did passion run to; not even the cute little ones were able to tickle the person.
The spirits were low, and one had to gasp for air to continue living.

One's spirit became so down, the person didn't even want to talk about it to anyone?
Not even to The One above?
Because the person wass just so tired of repeating the same old prayer, over and over again.

Words counted with my melancholy.
Every word that came my way kept on replaying in my mind and I started to analyse every single detail of it, that would mean even the slightest thing.
Somehow I was more easily hurt, very fragile.
I struggled to keep myself from falling into a spirit of offense.
I constantly questioned myself "Did people mean to hurt my feelings?" or "Could I be reading too much into what others said?"
It also didn't help by simply echoing back comments that were potentially hurtful.
I wished people, especially loved ones would drop the volume of their voices and keep their tones friendly.
Every drop of negativity from people around me affected me badly, I took things very personal and spent the whole day pondering what I did to deserve such treatment.

I became easily isolated.
Personal affirmation was essential.
I thought, pondered, worried all the time.
Sleepless nights; waking up in tears and cold sweat, jerky movements, the fear of falling, subconsciousness...
When I got quiet, poeple started asking me if everything was alright.
Based on where I was on the road to spiritual maturity, I just didn't want to talk about what was wrong.

For the first time, despite the other party being persistent, nothing came out of that stubborn mouth of mine.
I wished people would realise how they have hurt me, yet any word of my feelings would require an empty bucket to fill the tears.

Prolonged melancholy may be lethal, leading to depression.
I better brace myself up for more battles to come.