
the last two weeks have been hell
an overwhelming cycle of overstimulation
while i try to desensitize myself to the
hyper-analyzation via modes of communication
while i try to hide in the closet
crying and eating peanut butter cups
laced with tears
i’ve tried to do everything right
but it’s turning out all wrong
i get one step closer to safe
and have to take two steps
back to humiliation and pain
‘you’re being way too hard on yourself’
my spiritual friend says
she’s right
i know it
a moment of clarity shines through
like taking a clean cloth to a dirty mirror
depression is a beast
a fucked up heroin shooting psycho beast
that breaks bad in your head and is super good at spinning little shit
out of fucking control to the point that
you find yourself crying
in the closet
eating peanut butter cups
laced with tears
the first time i remember feeling this way
was in high school
i don’t remember what triggered it
i only remember sitting on the floor
of the last stall of the girl’s bathroom in the quad
sobbing and talking about killing myself
several friends sat with me
talked me back to that place of clarity
and so the last couple of days
i’ve been working hard to hang on to
my friend’s words’
‘you’re being way too hard on yourself’
that i can make good decisions in the moment
the decision needs to be made
that i am intelligent and warm and kind
and that i treat people with respect
and i deserve the same
and i hear her words and i wonder why it is so difficult
to believe them?
what is it about our self concept that precludes us
from believing the best about ourselves?
or is it just me?
or is it just depression?
or is it CNN?
donald trump is our president
i just threw up in my mouth
how did this happen?
i had hope a few days ago
for our first female president
now we have our first non-political president
that we might save our social justices and work to defend more
now we are regressing to before social justice was
even something of which our nation was cognizant
the news cycle of bannon and access and trumps children
and money and power and title and entitlement and
protesting and infighting and name-calling and here comes
that beast again
turn it off
i can’t look at him with his young son standing behind him
looking so awkward
why is he there?
he’s still learning how a bill becomes a law
for fucks sake
turn it off
but what did i hear about gay marriage?
we’re gonna break some bad
please don’t take away my marriage
turn it off
no. no they can’t do take away my marriage
spinning spinning just keep spinning
supreme court justices
defer to states on roe v wade
spinning spinning just keep spinning
build a wall. an actual fucking wall.
well i guess that will create jobs
bad break
now turn it off
control the spin
walk away and save yourself
control what you can
what is right in front of you
reach out to more of your friends who love you
and won’t let you get all spinny
and wacky and weird
my spirit brother reaches back to me through text
from california
“don’t worry” he says, “peanut butter is healthy
and chocolate has antioxidants”
i continue to breathe
slowly
he sends another text
“and our kind really shouldn’t hang around in closets
so climb out of there, get your big girl panties on,
and smile sister”
i love him
meditation
mindfulness
deep breathing exercises
all of these work
but you have to find the clean cloth
and reach out and rub the mirror first
and then look in it
you have to have a moment of clarity
that’s not entirely true
during a panic attack, deep breathing can be very helpful
but again, if you’re by yourself
which i usually am
because, let’s face it, i don’t like to have my meltdowns around others
it’s a vicious circle
anxiety, depression, panic attacks, chronic pain, ptsd
and trying to hide it all so you can take care of everyone else
and their issues
oh, and get your house built
and find a job
and get dinner made
and do laundry
and pick up poo
spinning spinning just keep spinning
and vacuum
and dust
and did you call sears
and did you send in that paperwork
spinning spinning just
stop
breathe
stop the cycle
for now




Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.