She awakes to a dark day, closes her eyes and wishes that life would fade away. It's a major struggle to get out of bed, when depression is tugging her spirit down like lead. It's hard for her to even lift a comb to her hair, when invisible pain has her heart wrapped in tears. Inspiration dulls as her spirit sinks, making it hard to function, impossible to think. The dust goes unnoticed, and the chores remain undone. Everything falls behind, bit by bit, one by one. But she'll make it through this time, knowing the dark days don't last forever. Time is always moving, tugging at another lever. Soon the shadows will fade and lift the weight within. The sun in hiding now will rise and shine again.