Stick in the mud

Thoughts on a gloomy day…

One day you feel you are moving a mile a minute in the direction you want. And then there are days that are a stagnant, dull existence. Go through the motions, get what you need done. But for what? There is always a constant reminder that you’re stuck with this sticky mess. You’re mind is always playing tricks against no one but yourself. On the verge of throwing up your hands and screaming but you know no one will hear you. It’s a public spectacle for everyone to see but everyone does nothing about it. Sounds of comfort whispering from their mouths infuriate me for they are blind, misleading accounts of how they understand.

Stuck in the mud of my mental health.


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