I’m still here. I guess. Still here, with little to say. Today I went to the grocery store, the bank, and the drug store. I walked through the park and thought maybe shopping would help my mood. I can’t explain it but I hopethe depression isn't returning. I’m scared. It’s been busy. I went from having very little social interaction to having a lot–fast. Maybe that is just too much for me.
But as expected, the depression caught up to me last night ( it wasn’t bad). Along with it came intense claustrophobia, which brought anxiety and at times near panic and sadness. I tried to just go with it, to let the feelings pass by actually feeling them, and at one point it did become intense but I just rolled with it .
Chapter 1
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost … I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter 2
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend that I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in this same place.
But, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter 3
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit … but, my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
Chapter 4
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
Chapter 5
I walk down another street. (There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk by Portia Nelson)
But as expected, the depression caught up to me last night ( it wasn’t bad). Along with it came intense claustrophobia, which brought anxiety and at times near panic and sadness. I tried to just go with it, to let the feelings pass by actually feeling them, and at one point it did become intense but I just rolled with it .
Chapter 1
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost … I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter 2
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend that I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in this same place.
But, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter 3
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit … but, my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
Chapter 4
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
Chapter 5
I walk down another street. (There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk by Portia Nelson)
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