I’m empty inside.
The bleak darkness of depression has become my steady companion again.
I have tried to shake it.
I have:
taken a walk
sat in the sunshine
listened to the birds singing
looked at beautiful pictures
read lovely posts
painted
cried
slammed my fists into a pillow
slept
stayed awake
been quiet
turned up the radio…
Nothing can help me when this depression grabs hold.
I will ride it out like I have dozens of other times, I’m sure.
I’m just so damn tired.
So tired.
I will sit with you…quietly…and we will wait together. We can hold hands if you want to.
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Thanks David. A shoulder is sometimes needed. I’d do the same for you.
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Anytime.
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((( ❤ ❤ ❤ )))
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Rare is the soul who sheds the dark night without a light that shines from afar. Lift your eyes toward the candles flame …
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You are loved.
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Our lives are so tiring, aren’t they. My wish for you is strength and enduring courage to see this depression through to the other end where it’s bright and your heart will, again, be happy.
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I’m sorry your in that empty place right now. I will continue to pray peace and happiness for you Vicki. Shalom.
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What justifies the pain?
What justifies the happiness?
It is the same reflection
A dream of the atoms
Longing for independence
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As someone who only has fleeting feelings of depression, you showed me what it would be like if they were magnified many times over. Isn’t that what poetry is all about?
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XOXO
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