It's a familiar place. One I know well. Skimming the surface of sadness to the depths. I feel I can be two things; sunny and dark. If I am being overly sunny the flip to that is my depression.
I want to be optimistic that these are regular highs and lows but I think I need help.
I so badly want to crawl out of this victim cloak I wear. I want to unload the baggage somewhere. Step 5 was a start and now I need to continue moving forward.
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doctor, I need to see a doctor, it's been a long time *booked it just now
-counselling, I need to do counselling
-counselling for my kids, I need to set that up
I got up this morning to let a woman and her young (maybe 3?) son take a seat on the LRT. My eyes filled with tears. I have had my children. I have had my marriage. I have had my youth. What now? I feel spent and old and tired. I feel cracked, damaged and worn thin. I feel useless and I feel tired. This smile is not my own. This smile is just for show.