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It isn’t sadness so much as gravity. A constant pull toward the floor no one else seems to feel. Mornings arrive already tired. The light does its best but never quite reaches the back rooms of my chest where things have been stored for years and forgotten. People say it will pass, as if this were weather. But this is climate. This is living under a sky that never storms, never clears just stays overcast until you stop checking. I function well enough. I answer messages, wash cups, remember birthdays. On paper, I am fine. In practice, everything takes twice the effort for half the feeling. Joy shows up occasionally, polite, brief, like a neighbour returning mail. I thank it. I don’t ask it to stay. There is no bottom to hit here, no dramatic collapse just a slow erosion of colour, of urgency, of believing that wanting counts for much. Still, I keep going. Not bravely. Not hopefully. Just steadily. Like someone who has learned how to live with a weight that never lifts, and calls that survival.
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Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 10:52 PM UTC
Low Tide
It isn’t sadness so much as gravity. A constant pull toward the floor no one else seems to feel. Mornings arrive already tired. The light does its best but never quite reaches the back rooms of my chest where things have been stored for years and forgotten. People say it will pass, as if this were weather. But this is climate. This is living under a sky that never storms, never clears just stays overcast until you stop checking. I function well enough. I answer messages, wash cups, remember birthdays. On paper, I am fine. In practice, everything takes twice the effort for half the feeling. Joy shows up occasionally, polite, brief, like a neighbour returning mail. I thank it. I don’t ask it to stay. There is no bottom to hit here, no dramatic collapse just a slow erosion of colour, of urgency, of believing that wanting counts for much. Still, I keep going. Not bravely. Not hopefully. Just steadily. Like someone who has learned how to live with a weight that never lifts, and calls that survival.
WiltedEverly
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Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 10:52 PM UTC
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