Her thoughts came and went.
Her memory just couldn’t be depended on anymore. Depression had eaten away her cognition and the void glared at her all the time, threatening to engulf her into nothingness.
She had to take control. She couldn’t let her memory play hide and seek with her.
She made a resolve.
She opened a blank notebook and started writing. Two words… Help me.
(Backdated, originally written on 18 Sep 2016)