depression
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Its strange, where insight sometimes comes from. I did something silly, so innocuous, I got up from the chair I was sitting in as I ate my lunch and threw my phone in my scrub jacket pocket as I always do…but in my left pocket instead of my right. The weight is the same no
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sometimes my heart bleeds…and i don’t know why sometimes my chest aches…and i don’t know why sometimes my head hurts…and i don’t know why sometimes my soul is filled up to the brim with heaviness…and i don’t know why sometimes i want to run outside and scream at the top of my lungs in anger
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My mind feels worn and stretched, like it’s pulled too tight across the hollow of a drum. Inside the hollow my mind rattles uselessly, creating a useless amount of noise that amounts to nothing. Gets me nowhere. Solves no problems. Just useless, ceaseless, noise. I’m tired. I just want to go to sleep. I want
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Facing the monster inside yourself is a sobering and humbling moment in time. In reality you may think you’ve caged and quieted them a hundred times over. Locked them away and thrown away the key in some dark ocean depths never to be found again. Then the moment comes and you realize the door you
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I can feel myself slipping again. That gaping pit below me, I can see it and feel it. I thought I was free of it, I thought this was the time I was really going to be good and it was going to last, be sustainable. This was going to be the end. I want
I Would Rather Be In Bed 