Sunday, May 14, 2017

Diarhyea

My brain is not working. My mind is unable to find a way out of this. I don't want to go back on medication, it feels like failure and I KNOW that's fucking stupid but there you go. My mind is fucking with me. My depression doesn't want me to get better. It fills my head with cotton wool. The air is like wading through porridge. I'm slow and stupid and broken and useless and wrong.

1 comment:

Anna Pray said...

Hey - you don't know me but I first found your blog through Mish's blogroll. I was thrilled to see you have new entries, after an absence of years, but dismayed to see their content. I'm sorry you are having a hard time. Depression runs in my family very heavily and I wish I could support you as I can my kid, seeming to make a difference.