I can't remember like I used to
There are gaps and spaces
that are completely lost.
It's not like I've forgotten
but rather it never happened.
I can't remember like I used to
There are gaps and spaces
that are completely lost.
It's not like I've forgotten
but rather it never happened.
I am stuck in hopelessness,
overwhelmed at the distance.
I'm supposed to just look at each step
one at a time
but I can't help but be discouraged.
It is all too far,
without guarantees.
What if it is a mirage,
a horizon that keeps receding,
unattainable
forever.
Why do I want to put myself through that?
Why not cut the journey short,
where I realize the destination
I've always been travelling towards;
where I can achieve the reward
right now,
and be content with who I'm destined to be.
The best way for me to manage my depression is to be creative. Doing activities just to distract myself are not effective. I still feel hopeless. The Critic knows it's a gimmick and won't be fooled. But I find that if I commit myself to a creative activity whether it be writing a poem or drawing a maze, making a TikTok or baking cookies, the dark thoughts fade, the judgement settles as my mind embraces its artistic expression.
My best friend passed away this year.
Christmas was his favourite holiday.
His apartment was decorated year round.
It was always cozy and comfortable.
We would meet up every Christmas to look at the lights downtown
and do some shopping.
Christmas is full of memories.
I miss him.
I love looking at pictures of people reading. They are sitting in a physical space while their imagination creates another realm. Their senses ignore their surroundings and instead feast on carefully chosen words. They are inspired and entertained. They are frightened and enamoured. You have no idea where their thoughts rest. They are gods.
Don't put off starting your journey to recovery Don't be overwhelmed by the distance. Just start with one step. |