Hide and seek

I'm playing hide and seek with depression. I hide in the company of others only to be found when I'm alone. I hide in the warmth of a nice hot shower only to be found in my reflection in the mirror. I hide at the gym while walking nowhere only to be found in the changeroom where nothing has changed. And at the end of the day I hide beneath the covers in a deep drug-induced sleep only to be found the next morning, tired and discouraged. I try all the distractions, the 5, 4, 3, 2, 1s and they all work for a time until I stop and let the very next thought shatter my dreams. I don't want to play anymore but my depression is relentless: it finds me wherever I hide.