Think before you speak: Damaging phrases used at depressives

I've just conducted a little experiment, out of curiosity. I just put down the phone after a conversation with my mother. As I always do after these sorts of conversations with her, I felt fuzzy and more down and a bit dissociated. This time was different in that I had a notebook and pen with... Continue Reading →

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Better (a poem)

Every time, Every single fucking time I try to do something to help myself, To distinguish my sorry little self so that I'm no longer pointless, Every time, Someone has got there first. There is nothing new under the sun. Someone has already got it done, And they did it Better than me. So why... Continue Reading →

Same old same old

I don't have the energy for it. The energy not just to BE happy but to keep it up. The trouble is, every time I try and then stop, it's like starting over, exactly as it was in the beginning, and sometimes worse, which is hard for people to understand. Especially my mother. 'But you... Continue Reading →

Moving on is impossible

Over half a year. The modern world says I should have moved on. I should be ecstatic to be single and enthusiastically embracing my new life. I cannot. Every time I hear your name, every time I see your picture, the tears begin anew. I cry for the loss of the future we could have... Continue Reading →

Despair

I draw nothing but beautiful faces and figures. My own is showing the signs of age. I was never beautiful, and I defy all those who would tell me otherwise. What I was was pretty. Pretty enough to get by, and certainly photogenic. I'm still photogenic. I can take a nice picture in a decent... Continue Reading →

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