Literature
My Doona of Depression
My Doona of Depression. I have felt you, the dark threads you weave, the soft gentle approach of you, slowly getting heavier, like I carry the weight of you, like I am carrying the weight of my expectations. Your corners enfolding, blinkers that make me see, focused on the dusk, greening, blackening, the months growing darker, everything becoming less defined. You have held me before, and I shrugged you off then, like the tangled up sheets of nightmare and sweat, I think I was stronger then, I feel like I’ve shrunk a lot, I had more friends then, more chances to hold onto things. You have wrapped around my throat while I was distracting myself, I want to scream out but you make my voice softer. You make my mouth dryer; you make my brain forget things. You make everything harder, so much harder to do. Why don’t you just sink? You ask. Why don’t you just let yourself fall? Everyone knows it isn’t worth the struggle; just listen to the news, See the stories, see the world;