The Void

I was Swallowed by the void on a Wednesday.
No warning. No gradual descent into the abyss.
I woke to nothing. No thoughts. No motivation.
I couldn’t rise, couldn’t drag myself to school, couldn’t think straight.
I had heard mention of the void that consumes minds,
But I never thought it would happen to me.
I denied it’s existence.
For days, weeks, months.
The void determined my thoughts, my actions, my self-image.
Eight months passed before I sought help.
A pill would solve my problems, the doctor said.
But the first pill made me sick, as did the second, third, fourth, and fifth.
There was no hope, the darkness was all that remained.
I started walking into the void, letting it swallow me whole.