ON THIS BROKEN DAY

I went off my medication.  It isn’t doing me any good.  I still hurt.  I still cry.  I still mess up.  I still feel worthless.  It’s been years.  My normal.  It’ll always be part of who I am.   The guillotine fell Quick and sharp Cut all the tears The screams short The body left…

ISOLATION

When I experienced bad bouts of anxiety and depression I would isolate.  I still do.  Avoid socializing.  Avoid commitment.  Avoid stimulation.  I would escape into my own head and look for comfort there.  But I would never find it. When someone with depression reaches out to talk and they are scolded or told to just…