The Echo

He walked on the edge with careful and slow steps. There was a huge distance between her and the bottom of that cliff, but her intentions would have shortened it quickly if it weren’t for that echo, which suddenly rises along the rock face.

“Hey… hey… hey… be careful… try… try…”

The woman awoke from her thoughts and instinctively stepped back with her heart in her throat in fright. She had planned that moment for a long time, she had taken a good look around her, before making that extreme gesture that she would free her from her torment, and she was sure that there was no one. For months she had carried inside that malaise, something indecipherable and obscure, which took away her sleep, hunger, the will to live.

«Who spoke? Is there anyone over there?» she screamed into the void.

«… Someone… one… down… down» his echo replied.

She felt a shiver and collapsed with her hands on the ground.

“What am I doing? I’m a coward… I can never go through with it, not even get it over with. I’m so tired, I can’t take it anymore. I’m sick… God please help me. What should I do?”

“Try it… try it… try it.” The Echo said.

I know, depression is a terrible disease. It quickly transforms you into something you are not and you feel crushed into a dead end. But the way out is there and it’s not what you think. Evade the mind, you are strong and above all, you are light. Don’t be afraid of the dark.

“Try… try.”