Sometimes I feel I have to write before I explode. I just had that happen right now, like so much sorrow and sadness and anger was piling up and I don't know why. So I opened my blog to post something, to get it out, to stop this feeling.
And I couldn't type. I'm left feeling inadequate.
Depression lies. That's what I tell myself.
It gets better. That's what I tell myself.
Right now though, it is not better, and depression is screaming in my ear about what a fucking failure I am. My life, my relationships, my health, my mind. FAIL FAIL FAIL.
Tomorrow will be better. Holy shit, let tomorrow be better.
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