the daily battle

I won the battle yesterday, just by the hair on my chin.....I call it a battle, because for me... depression is a battle... it's a battle for my life.... and every day I have to fight for it. Every day I wake up and fight the monsters in my mind, the ones that tell me I am worthless, stupid, ugly, pathetic, not needed, a burden, and would be better off just not being here. Every day.... some days, I win, other days... I barely make it out alive.... and every battle is exhausting..... I'm tired. There are many days where I truly feel defeated, but I keep fighting... I keep trying, and I keep moving ahead as best I can. Maybe someday.... I will win completely, and never feel like I would be better off dead. It is scary to feel that...