Depression strikes again. It always finds its way back, it seems. Yesterday, I woke at the middle of the night, shivering, with a thought I couldn’t shake off, a bad memory that lingers, no matter how much I try to bury it under time.
I couldn’t find my way back to sleep. The bed felt so wide like it was about to swallow me. I kept struggling for a breath calling for someone to save me from this seemingly never ending nightmare. I was chocking on my screams when I realized I haven’t shed a single tear. It was plain terror I was going through. I was breaking down at 4 O’clock in the morning.
Am I indeed so worthless? Am I a talentless, hopeless, futureless peace of crap?
I didn’t know when I got back to sleep, but I did…
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