depression
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Did I even write yesterday?
This morning I was awoken by the call of my boss. My deep slumber played me as a fool, telling me lies and forcing myself to neglect my duties. I apologize. No matter how many times I share the same information with you or myself, I hope that some day…
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It’s 4:44 and I’m drowning
Drowning in boxes, drowning in sorrow. Call it seasonal depression, call it my life. Another day, another day. How the sun and moon revolve around one another playing flirtatious games with my heart. It’s 4:44 and nights of no matter run on and on through my mind. People I have…
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Your Existence Matters
For so long now, I believed that I had come to terms with my presence here on Earth. Originally, it wasn’t even a thing I pondered. Around the time I hit my preteen to teen years, I was personally going through a lot. Between having an unstable home and school…
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This morning I didn’t know how to get up
There’s something in the morning that always gets us to get out of bed. I say this as I lay in mine, deciding when to start the day. These past few weeks have been a battle for me when it comes to getting things done—switching back and forth between productive…