Tbird's Window Sill: Black babies, cute animals, and depression

Monday, October 22, 2012

Black babies, cute animals, and depression

I hate negative Facebook posts. I think they're attention-seeking and childish. The same goes for Twitter and Instagram. But blogs are a little different. I had to convince myself of that. This is my heart unraveled and woven back into shape between little black letters on my laptop. This, this is me. This is what pisses me off, what make me laugh, what hurts me, and what brings happy moisture to my eye. This is my blog, dammit.

And I'm not happy right now. I don't taste when I try to eat. Laughing feels physically exhausting. I don't want to sing. I don't want to dance. I want to sleep. I don't even want to cuddle, if you can believe that. I don't want to be touched at all. I do kind of want hot tea, though.

In a sick kind of irony, I think I'm most creative at times like this. Stories are opening up in my mind. I just don't have the energy to write them down--to make them whole. I WANT to, but just not enough. I have things I need to accomplish. I WANT to do them; not enough. My day is heavy with all the shit that needs done, and it's weighing on my heart. Because instead of doing those things right now, I'm looking up pretty African American babies and cute animals on Pinterest. That's pretty much all I want to do. I don't want to talk to anyone. I want left alone.

1 comment:

kyle gene said...: Life can be a goddamned bitch, can't it? I mean, really. Fuck depression. The shit gets old the second it settles in. I understand that all too well. All I can say is you look at those pictures and you do all those things you can do and do all the things you want and need to do to the best of your ability but sometimes you just have to cut your losses, admit that shit gets overwhelming and pick up the pieces when you are capable. Isn't that all we can really do sometimes?; 10/27/2012

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