THE BLACK DOG

I've gone off brief-not how I want this blog to go A poem about depression? Oh fuck it, oh no Not this again. This french noir dog Summer finds herself trapped below dense depressive fog Stayed in bed today ALL bloody DAY Alone/connect-I hate you/don't leave-OH PLEASE PLEASE STAY Let me touch you. Come up close Cheeks glisten wet. Summer's poetry … Continue reading THE BLACK DOG

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#IF DEPRESSION WERE A CHOICE

  If depression were a choice, I wouldn't be up at 5.21am posting due to depression-related insomnia. If depression were a choice, when I'd have first tasted depression at the age of sixteen I'd have realised "depression wasn't for me", and I would have refused to accept this unwanted, numbing and hellish intrusion into my life any more. If … Continue reading #IF DEPRESSION WERE A CHOICE