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I feel the many slender and icy hands of depression threatening to enclose me. They start in my belly but they're working toward my throat. It is almost like being caressed by an abusive lover. Shhh, it seems to say, and strokes my self-worth, my motivation, my dreams.
It is old hat: worn, therefore comfortable. It is familiar. It slips on like an ugly dress I have too often used for events I hate to attend, fitting too well, pushing to my nose the fact that it knows my body and I its seams.
The prose that emerges from the listless falling of my fingers on keys is a sure sign that I have become infected. Whether it will move to my chest and spread through my body or my emotional immune system will fend it off before the week's end is impossible to prognose.
The biggest broken things I needed to fix are fixed. I have only small things left, and then Myself. Myself. My Self. It looms.
I thought I should tell someone I'm feeling... strange. Thanks for listening.
It is old hat: worn, therefore comfortable. It is familiar. It slips on like an ugly dress I have too often used for events I hate to attend, fitting too well, pushing to my nose the fact that it knows my body and I its seams.
The prose that emerges from the listless falling of my fingers on keys is a sure sign that I have become infected. Whether it will move to my chest and spread through my body or my emotional immune system will fend it off before the week's end is impossible to prognose.
The biggest broken things I needed to fix are fixed. I have only small things left, and then Myself. Myself. My Self. It looms.
I thought I should tell someone I'm feeling... strange. Thanks for listening.