I envy you

I want to know what it feels like to not be depressed. I want to know how it feels to not wonder if my medication is wrong; to not have to make sure I understand the value of life; to never again feel apathy; to never again feel like I don’t think I can handle the crazy in my head.

I’m fucking sick of this shit. I want to go home and I want to sleep for a really, really long time.

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2 Responses to I envy you

  1. Oh Miss Sally, I am so sorry for you. I know what this is like. I was just thinking about it last night, how for some of us that “thing” is always lingering and we know that while some days are wonderful and exciting and otherwise normalish, that thing can come up at any time and bite us in the arse and knock us down, and we won’t know until it’s already happened. I am sending you love from afar.

  2. Sally says:

    Thanks. The fog is lifting slowly.

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