I am drowning and it is suffocating me. 

I feel only the freezing water around me, dragging me further down. 

Why should I fight this feeling? Why should I swim to the surface and save myself? 

The water around me is becoming familiar, the feeling of a hope for happiness drifting away from me in the current. 

Why should I attempt to breach the surface? 

I yearn to breathe again, to feel the relief of air fill my lungs once again. 

And yet I am scared. Scared to leave this familiar place for one I have not known for years. 

But in my heart I know this cannot go on, these feelings are unnatural. 

I shoot up towards the surface, fighting against the pull of the dark water. 

My head breaks the surface of the water and air fills my lungs once again. Relief. 

Each morning I wake up, I feel the magnetic pull of the water, willing me to come back down. 

But instead, I take my first breath of air for the day, renewing my sense of hope for better things to come. 

The oxygen is my medicine, keeping me strong in battle against the darkness in my own head.