‘Go workout.
‘That’s the best anti-depressant you could ever buy’
So maybe I stop letting anyone know
Libraries among other places
Feel like home
Can bring a smile
Grabbing four, five books at a time
Reading the first pages of each
Taking home three
Knowing one will fill me for a week or so
Libraries can spike anxiety
No book is right
Why is it so hard to find a good book?
Other people like this book,
Why can’t I?
But I don’t
Like knowing Netflix has brought so much joy and
Being unable to recreate it
I’ve worked out
The sweat drips
It was brutal, but now that it’s over
I think I’ve got it all figured out
The alarm is supposed to be gentle
It’s chimes as subtle as a claxon
That bypasses my ears and hammers at my
Chest cavity
A physical pain
Crushing my best intentions from
The night before
She was depressed too
Though we never used the word
She’d wear her boyfriend’s hat for me
For me
Because I found it sexy
She’d ask
‘Forward or backward’
Our depression feeding each other’s –
I had a girlfriend who didn’t know
‘Is it my fault?’
Infuriating
Because
If it was your fault
There’d be a solution
Telling someone is like
Asking for permission
To carry on
Is it less serious
Is it not worth worrying about
Am I wasting your time
If it isn’t accompanied by
Suicidal ideations?
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