As I close my eyes I imagine a large metallic revolving door, almost as if it was popped out of a fancy New York hotel. Surrounding the doorway is a vast emptiness of space void of any light. As I approach the doorway I am forced to take a deep breath as if my heart just skipped a beat. I see that as I begin to turn the door, a small glow emits from the floor. I walk to the other side hoping to exit, only to find that the exit no longer seems to exist. Instead a flash of light where the exit was appears to me leaving a faint after image. I think of the light from the floor and begin pushing through the revolution. As I expected the floor began glowing again and got even brighter as I pushed further. This time as I pass the exit, the entire doorway flashes with a light, but I am still unable to see the picture. I keep moving, trying as hard as I can to push faster, but the door feels so heavy. I extend my arms and lower my head as beads of sweat begin sliding down the sides of my face. As I stare down at my feet continuously pushing the door, I see another flash of light. This time I am not looking for the image. As the flash hits me, I notice my shadow dissipates like smoke being pulled out of an open window. My eyes widen and I push even harder to rotate the door. Each time I make the revolution I feel myself getting lighter as the flashing gets faster. The exit soon resembles the screen of an old movie theater as the film is getting spun up. I can now see the image clearly coming into view. I see my wife and I sitting on the floor just a few feet apart. Between us is our young daughter wobbling on her feet as she tries to stand. I'm holding her up as a guide while she attempts to take steps toward her mother. I put my head down and push faster. At this point I am running around the door watching as the shadowy smoke flees from my body at a continuous rate. I now see the full memory of my daughter bouncing on her feet, hands stretched towards her mother as she forces out an excited scream. A fond memory buried in the darkness, now a bright reminder of my happiness. #Journal #Depression #Writing
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