Where is my mind

I wish I could say I remember when it started, I wish I could say I remember a time without it, but I can't. The demons that birthed a lifetime of hostility have always lived here, their whispers a simple echo through my head. An echo breathing life into my anxiety and sucking the breath from my lungs with my depression.

For days I can sit alone craving the feel of another body beside me, or I can sit in a room of people and feel the screams in my head as another person asks me how I am.There's a certain exhaustion that comes from the cross breeding of anxiety and depression, It's a bone deep, soul seeping ache that pulls you down into the pits of hell faster than gravity ever could.