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(depression)
May 18, 2023
(depression)
eventually people stop knocking
eventually they don’t call
my phone dies and i let it stay that way
dead to the world,
just
like
me.
the curtains are drawn - permanently now.
the dark is cool and comfortable
here, i am protected from the brightness of people’s voices
and from the sun
but as i lie here
i can’t help but wonder -
is this all i’ve ever wanted,
or all i’ve ever feared?
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i wrote this on a day when my depression was especially bad, and i felt restless and a little hopeless.
but the next day was bright and new, and i went for a walk in my pajamas and admired the morning flowers and listened to the birds.
i was gonna try to avoid sounding hopelessly cliché, but here goes:
it’s the little things that matter.
and every day there’s a little more to live for.