A letter to my depression-
Not now depression, please, just let me have this day
Why do you show up so early, uninvited
Haven’t you ever heard of being fashionably late?
Okay fine you win, I'll stay home again are you proud?
Anxiety will be here soon
to make me feel guilty for letting everyone down
three really is a crowd
Not now depression,
PLEASE not today
I’m too tired to defend myself against the brutal words you say
sleep let’s me escape from you
you see in my dreams you don’t exist
anxiety is like - “it’s ok i got this”
wakes me up in a puddle of sweat trying to catch my breath,
not now depression, please, I’ve nothing left
Happy 14 year anniversary depression,
I present to you my soul
That’s all you ever wanted wasn’t it,
my life to remain under your control
Over a decade its been me, you, and anxiety and i'm sorry
but it's just not working for me maybe its the polygamy,
and my struggle to cope with more than one issue at a time - thanks for that, adhd.
By far the worst is you, depression.
You pick me apart bit by bit until I’m suicidal
But won’t give me that final push, the courage to do it.
Anxiety talks me out of it, only to remind me of guilt, whilst depression calls me weak and laughs.
But you don't want me dead do you, what use would I be to you then?
You just want to see me fail at that too and torment me with how useless I am, and remind me that I'm stuck with you.