“Are you stressed?” She folded her arms in concern.I shook my head, “I don’t think so.”We both looked down at my nails bitten and bloody and then back at each other,Silence.The creases of my mouth began to lift and I smiled for the first time in days.
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Depression, The Truth
Thoughts lag coming to an abrupt halt, heavy and hollow,Eyes paralyzed staring at something,Seeing nothing.Air releases entirely from the lungs,Taking a light head to remind me to breathe.Body numbing, Stomach falling,and cheeks flushed to the ghost that has just reappeared. Snap out of it,Stay positive.An idea, a mistaken belief,That this springs from nurturing negative thoughts,That … Continue reading Depression, The Truth