The Duality of Depression in December
I don’t have any pictures from December.
I didn’t go out. Too busy crying. Head in my pillow, face in the tissues. Drowning…
in tears, in the bath.
A bottle of wine down. Pills taken. Hoping to just drift off.
I don’t have any pictures from December. I started to appreciate the less picture worthy things. Too busy journalling, processing, learning and self-soothing, accepting help, getting better.
Another therapy session down. Pills taken. Hoping to just be myself again.










