When there is no more depression like a stone around my neck, rare and treasured happiness becomes commonplace, and the euphoria of joy now feels like nothing, nothing at all, and contentment is not a mountain peak overlooking a panoramic view, but a flat and featureless plain. With no depression hiding me in a little pit, away from the sun, there is no shade or shelter, Just the glare, an undefended and uncharted expanse with room for dread to creep in unhindered, for uncertainty to reign when all directions look the same, and when there is no more up, no more climbing out, how do you decide where to go?
Oh look its just me and my grief and my jealousy and my bitterness and my fruitless wishes to be better again <3
I am so happy I don’t ever want this period of my life to end and I haven’t slept in 38 hours I’m afraid of losing even a second
Actually I am going to love as hard and as fully as I can knowing it will crash and burn and disappear because what loss is worse??? The person or the possibilities??? No pain is as great as I should have, and so I will cry over happy memories instead of wasted ones. Good night, love recklessly everyone
Listening to Suzanne by Leonard Cohen repeatedly and I am sick I am SICK, she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from china and the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbor.. unwell quaking astral projecting screaming into this void etc.
Sun like tangerine juice
Sky as blue as candy
Days are long and lazy
Speeding to an old song
Flying down the highway
Palm trees in the rearview
Sink into the ocean
Sparkles on the surface
Oldnew freckles darken
Grass is green and dying
Want to skin my knees by
Running on the asphalt
Close my eyes and breathe out
Sweet tea, sticky fingers
Melting ice cream, longing
Sprinklers, seafoam, swimsuits
Everything is all wet
Undercurrents, secrets
Wild, charged, electric
Whispers, laughter, screaming
At the top of my lungs
Sand between the bedsheets
We’re alone together
Only in my mind’s eye
Heat stroke made me drowsy
Home at last, I’m woozy
Piano in a dim room
Fingers fumble, keys sing
Journal then forget it
Playlist, dance, cry after
horizontal body
Everything becoming
Young, but now I’m older
Want to be a kid and
Want to be a grown up
Somewhere in between, though
Endings are beginnings
Time’s a shifting seascape
This enchanted country
Infinite and dreamy
invincible in sunshine
Weak knees in the moonlight
Nothing so romantic
As a joke and shy grin
from a boy with straight teeth
Learn the lines in all things
think I might’ve found a
Paradise right here, now
All divine, eternal
Suspended in summer
Surely it won’t end, right?
Actually crazy how at 3 am different songs can astral project me so vividly into different points in my mental illness character arc and yes this IS about Lorde and Taylor and Phoebe and other unnamed icons thank you for asking here I am screaming into the void again no one to see no one to hear but I thought that wendy cope line today I love you I’m glad I exist and I meant it and also I’m starting to figure out how to handle my medication so even though me being awake right now is a breathtaking act of self sabotage I am truly trying and a win is a win so… yeah
I fled all of the way across the sea
But there is never an escape for me
I live in paradise, no grades, no stress
Yet here I am again, always regress
When all the monsters are inside your head
An angsty teen still anxious in her bed
But I am 20, not 13, and still
I’m still trapped and depressed, please God, when will
My mental anguish end, is there no hope
Or joy for me I can sustain? Just cope
And love the Lord and lose my mind
Searching in vain for that which I can’t find
Sick to my stomach, missing all I had
Though knowing this is better, I feel bad,
No, dreadful, selfish, worthless, stupid, fake
Embarrassed, paralyzed by each mistake
I couldn’t ask for more, it’s not enough
There’s no place on this earth that’s up to snuff
I am a traveler, stranger in this land
Not Italy, but earth itself, I stand
In fear of God, oh Jesus come, your hand
Be in my life, and may this life be grand
A stupid ending to a stupid poem
My old self-loathing just wants to go home
Hi Pals, I’ve been observing Tumblr for years and I never really had a presence on here, but I’m 19 and having an identity crisis and this seems like a pretty excellent place to do it. I’m treating this blog like a diary, and I have no idea how often I’ll post or how active I’ll be, and I’m still trying to figure how to actually use this app, so wish me luck! Might share some poems, might do some web weaving, might fandom blog, might have a mental crisis, I don’t even know! Brave new world! Hope to make some friends maybe too so ask me anything I am starved for literally all interaction. Glad to join the hellsite in the year of our Lord 2022, however belated that might be.
What do you do when the person you would call about it is the one who caused this pain?
Palllllllllllllls I haven’t slept in 30 hours and I’m flying home in 36 hours and my room is all packed and empty and blank and depressing and I still feel my amph high even though I took it 20 hours ago maybe bc I took the previous dose only 12 hours before thst so I had more in my system at once anyways I feel kinda loopy and euphoric over classical music Berlioz is my BABE what a bonkers king uwu that’s actually the first time I have ever used and uwu but I am looking around my room now and I may burst into tears I don’t want it to end??? I am aware I sound conked but also bro there is so much everything right now Jesus Lord Christ who I love please help me it’s all coming apart and I still have three finals to do 😘
22, she/her, I love words and also lots of other things and want to express my love for them unrecognized by others
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