I am back. Kind of. I just want to let people know that I’m still existing. I haven’t written much in a while because I don’t feel like writing anything. It’s not like there’s so much happening in my life; it’s quite the opposite, actually. But I guess, I could list the highlights of my […]
Despite knowing there are millions of us suffering from this demon we call depression And that there are people ready to support us Why do we still feel alone? -CL Aug14’14
I suddenly feel exposed; what with the higher-ups knowing about my… situation. Embarrassing.
So… I finally talked to a psychiatrist today. Big step forward? HELL YES. It was awkward. Really. Really. Awkward. I can’t really say much about it, really. It went the same way it usually does when I talk to a figure of authority. Awkward silences. Awkward voice. Awkward gestures. But it was good, really. He […]
A ferocious storm In your head Destroying everything in you Or A numb feeling In your heart Keeping you from gaining anything? -CL Aug12’14
It’s supposedly my first day back as a student clinician. I didn’t go. Ditched yet again my duties. Now I feel like slapping myself. Needless to say, I had to somehow acquire a medical certificate/excuse slip. So I made up a story about me having menstrual cramps. After internalizing and going over minute details (the […]
I keep holding on to words that do not mean a thing I keep on standing on a ground that is slowly sucking me in I keep on staring ahead where nothing can be seen I keep on saying things that are not made true I keep on searching for light […]
I’m tired of writing. Writing about my life, that is. I can only write so much about the state my brain is in. It’s not like my life’s improving; no. If anything, I still feel like my life’s being sucked out of me, ever so slowly. So aside from my inevitable failure at living my […]
When the sun comes down And darkness blankets the land In fear I try my best to stay awake As the dark does not spare my mind A cruel thought, a grueling duel Between my mind and this thing Like a smoke that takes away my air Scissors that cuts my wings I […]
I’d rather be the one left behind than be the one who turns her back on someone.