This is temporary.
This is temporary.
This is temporary.
Someday soon you will be able to write about happy things again.
Someday soon you will laugh, and make someone laugh, again.
Don’t give up. Don’t lose hope.
Just hang in there a little longer.
I promise, you’ll feel better.
Of course, that won’t last forever, either. You’ll be back. Nothing lasts forever. Take comfort in that.
…crawling with shallow punishments… inflicted in anger and defiance of the norm, and refusal to accept its claims.
I belong nowhere
Or I belong everywhere
Why can others choose
Welcoming others
I am reminded again
I shouldn’t be here
Glancing at others
With peripheral vision
Why am I still here
The moon is so bright in the early sky!
My breath comes easily,
My body feels a little lighter and moves easily on command.
The horizon lightens as I run,
Run, run, run,
Then run some more, faster this time.
The strings and melodies can reach me.
The bass and drums, the rhythm, push my cadence.
They touch the beast inside, placating it,
Soothing it and me.
Words from friends and allies ring true again.
The illusion of falsehood dissipates.
This is how I know that today is a day for relief,
That today is a day when I belong here again!
October 18, 2024
Not all hope is lost,
But it will run out when my energy does.
…
It’s holding for now,
But it won’t forever.
I hope I’m different
Just a little different
In the morning
Warm life runs beyond
Horizons unreachable
Starless nightmares cold
Disconnect, alone
Weighing down others’ lips
Fear will save me now
Silence pervasive:
Battlefield spread before me
Sunrise glints sharply
I can’t see anything looking forward. It’s blank. Unknown. I can only look backwards, on what fuzzy bits I can remember.
Something is different now.
The whispering voice isn’t quite the same.