i have bad patches.
days when life is dark
days when I’m dripping in sadness
sometimes the days are weeks
or
months
but
there is light. glimpses of life.
i struggle. it’s exhausting. I hate it.
there is purpose, though.
i do fight it.
i have a very definite tipping point.
my serious relapses follow an identical pattern
insomnia cloaks me in a miserable fog
panic stacks come knocking
guilt, shame, blood
until i’m paralysed.
every minute of every day becomes intolerable
the outside world is terrifying
opening my eyes each morning is overwhelming
i attempt to soothe myself with scalpels
and
opiates
but
nothing works, nothing lasts.
i’ve crossed that threshold
i’m in it.