
Bad day
© RedCat
You know it by the thousand mile stare
The one I get caught in when not actively concentration on anything
Alone, looking at the world through glass
Days that quantum physics assert the worlds just an illusion
Nothing really reaches me
Yet, I feel perpetual sorrow
Aching loneliness
Bad night
You know it by the introvert behavior
The one I show when feeling unsafe, unconnected, unloved
Seemingly at ease, but constant vigilant
Nights when the dark is comforting and hiding creeping menace
Nothing really catches my attention
Diversions only a source of stress
I walk to and fro without aim or results
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Plagued by the black dog of depression. I nearly convinced myself to skip Wandering the Archives Wednesday.
Until I realized that’s how it always goes. I tell myself really unkind things. And go further into darkness.
So here’s a poem about just how bad such days are.
If you’re suffering. Know you’re not alone. That there is no shame!
Everyone is worthy of LOVE!!! ❤️
Wishing you the strength to get through it: I’ve been there many times.
Wow. I have never saw and heard my own experience of life described so accurately as Black Dog. Thank you for sharing this, and love and hugs to you. You are not alone in this struggle, and you just helped me feel not alone in it. 🥰