of_ghosts
Haunting The Better
- Sep 22, 2022
- 3
Today is bad. The last few days have been bad. No hope left. But I'm too much of a coward to do anything. I don't want messy. Clean and efficient. I want to fall asleep and not wake up. I'm not looking to score points for originality. I'm not sure what I'm looking for here. If I had the energy I'd read through the posts here... but I'm so lethargic. So little desire. I barely want to move. I'm better in the mornings. But after about four hours I start to crash. The depression comes. Always. And with that comes hopelessness. Always. I've tried everything. Medicine, therapy, TMS... nothing works. There's no one to talk to about any of this, not without ending up in a hospital. I'm selfish for even thinking about it. For even feeling depressed. If only they knew the torture. But who am I kidding, they still wouldn't care. So I stay quiet and wait for it to pass. It doesn't. Or if it does it comes back. Like clockwork. I live alone. Well, I have a dog. She's 14 years old. When she's gone I won't have any reason to stick around. I'm a writer. Not a very good one. I'm working on a graphic novel. I can't draw very well but I'm trying. It's all that I have. But I don't think it's enough anymore. Writing takes concentration. Energy. Drive. Not like what I'm writing here. This is unedited slop. Poor me shit. And if I can write it's just a temporary distraction. It doesn't get me very far. I'm 48 years old. For a long time, I believed it would someday get better, the older I got. But here I am. The worst of it. Here I am. Not sure I can take much more. Pathetic but I've tried, I truly have. But here I am.