I tell myself that I believe things will get better. I tell myself that I believe life is worth living. I tell myself that I believe someday I will be happy. All these lies I tell myself in the hope they will eventually ring true and I will come to believe them...
She chases her dreams like raindrops chase gravity down a pane of glass
tracing erratic patterns on their way to an end
to merge with others as they collide along the way...
Depression, instead of giving me a break for any length of time, chose instead to be an obnoxious guest, crashing on my couch and putting the empty box of Froot Loops back in the cupboard without telling me before I went grocery shopping...
This essay was published on The Mighty on September 25, 2017.
Do you remember that night, the night we first kissed?
Me in my Sunday best, you in that summer dress.
The one I will forever measure your best, till the end of days,
in spite of the countless fashion candidates to follow...
She chose to share her love
At least as much as any cat can
On my lap, her back to me
while she cleaned
Both of us wanting to be here
With only one of us willing to admit it
FEATURED OPINIONS & OBSERVATIONS
The mistaken belief that motivation is an external force required in order to make action possible is the greatest hindrance to realizing one's greatest accomplishments.
Read this and know that at least one person is thinking of you, so you must be worth thinking about. Be easy on yourself and be kind. Don't punish yourself for mistakes, but don't miss the opportunity to learn from them either.
What many people don't realize about depression is that it isn't gone just because someone is happy and smiling. It is always there just below the surface. Depression is like a lake with a beach.
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He fumbles with the lock of the apartment door, almost dropping his keys twice in the process. What should be a simple reflex honed by years of repetition, has suddenly become a fervent game of skill...