I have been sulking in my depression and its powerful ability to cloud over my life and let itself be inserted into whatever point my life has currently reached.
The pain builds connections with my loneliness, my hopelessness, and my abandonment issues. How can a force be so powerfully permeable? How does it swerve annotations of responses and superficial antidotes that others point out?
“It is what you make it be”, a truly constructivist way to analyze my thoughts. But a harsh way.
control the uncontrollable, force an escape from this wholesome cloud of sadness, deal with the issues
I’d just like for the feelings to be free.
To roam free in the world like they roam in my thoughts. Setting them free from my head and my heart is such a painful process too, baring cells to be unmasked and unsurveilled (by me).
I just want you to know the urge to understand haunts me too. But I don’t even understand it myself.
I think I just need time and space.