And here's the crux of the matter. It was a good day. Nothing happened. Nothing changed. Why does the darkness descend? Why do I feel this aching hole in my chest?
God fills that. Right?
Why isn't filled?
What am I doing wrong?
Why can't I get it right?
Will I ever?
Why in the heck would anyone join this ride?
I'd get off if I could.
Can I get off? Please can I get off?
It's no fun. I don't think it ever was. I guess in reality, that's not the point.
I know the point. I get the point. I try to reach for and serve the point.
Yet I'm still here on the edge of this black hole.
Bleeding.
Broken.
Shattered.
Will the darkness ever lift?
Will the bleeding ever stop?
Shouldn't I eventually bleed out?
Broken glass cuts. Every. Single. Time. It cuts.
#irisswiftdepression
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