Hello train you’re finally here, I’ve developed quite an obsession with you…
Hello depression.
We meet again.
You come when the sun is out. When I want so desperately to be happy. When I want to be out and about enjoying the weather, not sitting inside wishing the day away.
You come, even though I take medicine to stop you. I know this low will be manageable but I don’t want you there at all. I want you to go away. Go away.
3 hours have passed and all I have done is stare at a wall. The effort to pick my phone up, to start typing this. Worth it though. I can feel the ice thawing. Keeping a journal of some sort is textbook therapy… If you can get the motivation. What else is text book helpful? Exercise. In a minute I will get up and go for a walk.
I left this open. I went for a walk. Eventually. and then had a bath. I still feel in a daze, like my mind is floating with gimble lock on reality, bouncing from one concern to another, not quite giving each unreasonable thought a conclusion but giving it attention either way. It’s exhausting.
FaerieFalls 