ITS ALL A BLUR, THE PERSON YOU ARE AND THE PERSON YOU WERE.
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ITS ALL A BLUR, THE PERSON YOU ARE AND THE PERSON YOU WERE.
you're not quite an emergency, is the thing. you're just having a bad spell. so what if you can't ever really catch your breath. can't ever really feel at ease. a buzzing, terrible feeling.
but emergencies are loud, and passionate, and hit the floor. you are not a lion or a hurricane, you just live in a pretty okay apartment and your back hurts. you wake up and drag yourself out of bed and banish what if i was dead thoughts like cobwebs. you pick out your clothes and try to stay active. you apply for jobs on the internet.
the anxiety is a wave, and the depression is a spiral. the other stuff keeps things "colorful." you mitigate your symptoms and take your meds when you have them and you try to hang out with friends. you go home and your head is full of riverwater. no matter how much you sleep, you still stay tired. you journal and practice gratitude and build from the bottom upwards. and still, the haunting.
you're not a 911 call or a shriek. you're just staring up at the ceiling and feeling the house settle into your bones. you feel you are playacting as a wolf when you're only a sheep. not quite dry and not quite drowning.
over and over, you slog through the creek.
Every time I let someone know me I regret it
not to be dramatic but everything sucks and life is pointless and nothing matters at all
Guess this will hurt for a while
am i making you feel sick?
Warsan Shire, from “Hooyo Isn't Home”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head
all i wanted in life was love and now i am terrified of it
it's so crazy how you actually have to live through everything
'I Can't Remember Her, Yet She Lives Inside Me' by Amy Canning
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