59/2023
The disease imbalances my chemicals, Walks silently through my House in the dark, lingers in corners & behind open doors, in sharp Angles wood creates against Lonely walls, hypotenuse to… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: depression
Day 362
I have spent much of the day staring into space, or staring out of the window looking at the godawful weather, and wrestling with the demons that often present themselves… Continue Reading
Day 201
There’s a word in German – labil – which, about a person’s character, means weak or unstable (although I often got the feeling it also meant malleable, although the dictionaries… Continue Reading
Day 191
On O’s recommendation, M and I watched 1917 late last night. As the final few seconds of the film played, the first line of the below just popped into my head. I… Continue Reading
Day 156
Of course, I wake up the morning after the day before, and the ebb and flow of the disease brings with it regret, remorse, and guilt. I am up and… Continue Reading
Day 155
Let’s face it. Self-editing is all very well, but depression knows no self-editing. I slept solidly but badly, if that makes sense, was at my desk here by 7:45 putting… Continue Reading
Day 154
Depression is a pernicious disease. There is no catalyst or cause for it. It just comes and goes. The day before yesterday (which I wrote about yesterday), I crossed a… Continue Reading
Day 107
Easter Sunday used to be the day on which I put everything to one side and spent the day painting and listening to classical music. I haven’t done that for… Continue Reading
The Aftermath
So I have dragged myself into another spurious new year, and, tired to my bones, long for something different, something completely new. Not this same old same old village, however… Continue Reading
The Weakness
There was alwaysA weakness in the argument,Time or religion or bed-time,No agreement ever in any argumentBecause nothing can be agreedAs long as the world turnsAnd writing deciphers riddlesAnd makes them…. Continue Reading