Tag: depression

Depression

It starts little. It’s difficult to go to work because of anxiety attacks and a feeling that you’ve accomplished nothing. It’s your friends disappearing because you moved away and they’re married. It’s having a hard time meeting new people because most of your social… Continue Reading “Depression”

Depression is my motivation

I sit here Saturday night, exhausted but hopeful. I’ve been fighting massively with depression the last two months. It’s still there. Depression never really goes away. It’s a lot like an addiction. However, the past few days there’s been light. It’s like being in… Continue Reading “Depression is my motivation”

5am

“Hey, Paul, it’s 5am!” “No it’s not.” “It so is. You know what we should do?” “Curl up and fall asleep in the warmth of my blankets?” “No, silly. We should think. We should think about everything. Have anything you’re feeling unhappy with?” “I… Continue Reading “5am”

The Shackles of Anger

Chained in a dungeon deep under ground, kneeling in filth on a moss covered stone floor, I was restrained by rage. Wrought iron manacles clasped around my throat and wrists. They restrained thighs and ankles. I knelt there, knees raw, neck thick with vulgarity. Even in the… Continue Reading “The Shackles of Anger”

Depression is a Strange Mistress

Depression is a strange mistress. You can push her away, distract yourself, but then someone says a turn of phrase. You return home, alone, the lights off and the darkness consuming. You read the right book, or watch the wrong movie. Her arms wrap… Continue Reading “Depression is a Strange Mistress”

PSA: Hang out with your single friends

This isn’t a woe is me post. This is a look for your single friends post. A woe is me post is pointless, since none of you live remotely close to me anyway. I went to my brother’s for Easter. I went Wednesday evening,… Continue Reading “PSA: Hang out with your single friends”

Two Years

You said I’d change in two years Said that I’d move on in two years Couldn’t go off on your adventure, For fear I wouldn’t be here. I’m still here after two years, Couldn’t heal after two years, Still have all my pain Still… Continue Reading “Two Years”

Destruction or Motivation

It’s that one thing you cannot forget. The thing that keeps you up late at night, staring at a screen. You forget it for weeks, maybe months, but then it’s there in front of you, reminding you of good times, bad times, of failures… Continue Reading “Destruction or Motivation”