Some days I wake up with the world sitting on my chest
Some days my arms hang down; they have no strength
Some days my feet drag; unwillingly they carry me between tasks
Some days I count the minutes until the house is empty and silence reigns
Some days I wake to a band of pain around my head; a brain full of clouds
Some days The Verve are right (the drugs don't work)
Days like today.
Today heaviness is like gravity, pushing me towards the earth
I should not be sitting here, with so much still to do, writing
The clock is ticking but my keys are tapping as I seek to dispel this weight
Some days writing is therapy
Some days honesty is cleansing
Maybe today will be one of those days
If I can lift my eyes up, focus on the blessings
Sunshine through my window
Meeting a wise friend in a favourite cafe
Husband coming home, sole parenting over
I can heave a sigh, rest on the net of prayers that catch me
Get through the next thirty minutes
I can do this. I can.
{Depression and Me}
