In my sadness I cleaned the junk drawer. Already on the brink of madness and despair, I’m nearly pushed over the edge when I received a call from a delivery service saying the flowers were left on my front step. The spark of wonder lasted a fraction of a millisecond, then settled into dread. I
Tag: depression
Some days are like a coma Paralyzed with inactivity Numb to any desire No ability to move There on the edges I feel Something None of this is real It’s not my life Yet it’s my living Or is it my death Copyright ©️2017 ArtemisOnFire
That sick, sinking feeling is creeping in…. Yesterday lingers still and I wake to that in-between moment I’ve experienced way too many times in my life. The grief-pit morning redo. Where you go to sleep knowing someone you love so deeply is no longer in this world. Then you wake in a haze of dreamy