The spiky inhale

The depression is back, and I could list the reasons why, but it doesn’t change the reality of living with it. The sensation of each breath being a spiky scratch of pain, regret, and the deepest sorrow – all unnecessary, but a constant rush of blue energy just the same.

I’ve been running some distractions, keeping busy, and also trying to push myself to the point of exhaustion so I can’t think about the things I can’t change. I feel like I’m completely failing at adulting.

Alive Again – DJ Champion
Spider – Sweet Thing
Cry To Me – Marc Broussard
Lazy Susan – Sweet Thing

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