Depression is deep today my friend. You are a definite shade of black today and your thoughts turn decidedly grim. Sitting out in nature, you don’t hear the birds, the insects the sounds of spring. 218 altre parole
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In Wednesday’s therapy session, E observes that my shame feels something sticky. It’s a thin, transparent layer all over me. I peel part of it back, but I can’t get rid of it; it sticks to my fingers to gets caught in my hair. 824 altre parole
Life is a button to push and the Earth, a blue speck of dust.
There’s a certain kind of silence I’ve encountered. Where my heart is low and there’s a rock in my stomach that doesn’t belong and a cold promise of something good this afternoon and a parched throat and a pressing question like a headache in my brain. 58 altre parole