Why am I like this? I forgot to take my anti-depressant this morning. I truly forgot. I did not remember until 12 hours passed. And now I want to self-destruct. I hate taking it in the first place and half of me is saying fuck it, I don't even know if it's working, just use…
This.
My greatest fear is that one day I'll wake up and realize I don't have many more days of waking up, and that I wasted my life away in a mad sea of uncontrollable emotional chaos that swelled into an eating disorder which never took my life but took my life.
Temporary Relief
I am more vulnerable and more willing to let go and trust out of sheer desperation. I don't want to be here, eclipsed by my own harrowing thoughts. Some sort of reprieve came this morning, though. Today was so good. I reached out and used my own strength to get through meals I know I…
48 hours
Same shirt Same hair No shower Not enough food Not enough water No exercise Tears stream when I wake up, when it's silent, when I'm alone, in my dreams No crying Canceled social plans Added watching others' children *** In the deepest darkness, I envisioned calling my mother and after only getting out a few…
Face First into a Brick Wall
It's a me thing. It's not a medication thing, an environmental thing, or any other outside factor. If I was created this way, then I must be meant to experience intense depression. It's supposed to show me something ... or something. I brought myself to this place. I have to bring myself out of this…
Void
Therapy put me back in my body, but I left hours later at the sight of my stomach. Sweet, sweet 2-year-old kisses and 4-year-old hugs put me back in my body, until nap time happened and silence ensued. Reaching out put me back in my body long enough to eat a lunch that was practically…
Get Up
Dear Depression, Please give me a break. Sincerely, A Heavy Body That Feels Too Much *edit 24 hours later: please, please, please.
The Room is Spinning
It feels like every traumatic thing I've ever experienced is happening to me right now (to name a few): That time in 2nd grade when my friend's stepfather took their two dogs, leashed them to the back of their pickup truck, and drove as we helplessly watched. I've never been more horrified in my life.…
It’s OK to get Better
"What would it look like to have compassion?" "I mean I do for my ma-" "For yourself?" Maybe I have writer's block. Maybe self-compassion is so buried it's undetectable and I can't bring it close enough to the surface to see. Maybe I actually have none. What would the story be if I could give…
Ceaseless Depression
I am profoundly, perpetually sad. The end. If there is no getting out of it, truly and permanently, then what is the purpose for staying in it? Hope is deceiving. It lingers on sunny days but hides behind the moon, and the storms, and the emptiness of starvation. I am gravely sorry. Nothing is big…
