Depression

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I see and read the struggle everyday. Our struggles, through the posts, they become a canopy. A hanging remembrance of sadness felt. Overwhelming because it overshadows us, we cannot turn about.

Our path, a shared path, with memory stones. A stone for each soul that thought they were alone. We walk, a shared path, never knowing that we share the way. One way, one path, yet no one else feels this way we say.

I read about a fallen star today. Another star, someone else’s fall, but it feels the same. A stinging pain that stays like a stain. Look down, not up, we’ll be ok.

JCC

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10 comments

  1. It’s such a relief to be able to walk next to somebody who isn’t trying to play happy. Even when happy things happen, and I know it and appreciate it, the baseline is still sadness. Such a relief to not have to pretend here. Such a relief!

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