Saturday, August 13, 2022

8/12/2022 Weariness wraps around me like a funeral pall on a casket and leaves me at times catatonic or like I am dead. Feeling is peeled away like the layers of an onion with nothing at the center. I want to is lost without energy to nourish it. It is like depression but it is not. It is not depression but a hole I at times do not care enough to get out of. I must find hope beyond hope or I will fall into existence and never leave or care to leave. To be whole I must have hope to get out of the hole.

Is this from my mind? Thoughts I probably shouldn’t have. Or should I?

 

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