Depression feels like Pudding

Depression feels like pudding.

Thick, heavy pudding.

My body just feels like one gelatinous goop as I lay alone in bed on this empty Friday night.

Motionless, my muscles have failed me yet again.

My brain is mush and frozen on deciding what to do next.

…so I just lay there because I have to…

and the World feels silent as darkness creeps closer towards my door.

…hollow and meaningless my very existence becomes.

I forget how to smile,

I forget how to speak,

i forget how to cry,

numb to any thoughts, numb to any pain

there is so much suffering, yet none at all.

And I can only sense my Breathing

one breath after another,

after another.

up and down my chest goes.

ever so slowly…

up and down,

up and down.

It’s all I have at this very moment.

I think I’ll just hold onto that and call it my friend for tonight.

Jason

 

 

 

 

Published by Jason Lee, Author

There’s something greater to be learned in our journey otherwise life would just be too predictable and I’m not quite willing to accept that!

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