Sitting With The Guilt Of Depression Like Its An Old Friend. Work And Chores And Self Care Piling On

Sitting with the guilt of depression like it’s an old friend. Work and chores and self care piling on top of me, forcing me to sink further into my bed. Where I’m safe. Where I’m sound.

Instead of "Looked", consider

glanced

peered

gazed

stared

watched

observed

examined

scrutinized

surveyed

glimpsed

eyed

beheld

inspected

checked

viewed

glanced at

regarded

noticed

gawked

spied

fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am your mould, but the shape of you is true absence, leaving me purposeless.’

[text id: and is this not treason? / my soul belongs far more to you than it does to me.]

Made to love, but not to be loved; made to understand, but not to be understood; always the poet, never the poetry.

The best revenge is none. Move on and heal yourself so you don’t become like the people who traumatized you.