Anxiety, Depression, Life, Mental Health, Writing

The Darkness Comes

I didn’t like it when I woke this morning by my alarm. This time not because I was still tired. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still tired. When my alarm went off I thought I’d set it wrong.

It was still dark. But the time was right. The mornings are becoming darker. It made me feel disorientated. The pups and I were confused; looking at each other like “What the fuck.”

It’s still Tuesday morning. It’s nearly 6:30 pm and I’ve time on my hands for half an hour. To make things feel better; it’s raining. I opened the door for the pups to go out and they just looked at me as if to say “I ain’t going out in that!”

I wish I didn’t either but I gotta work. I feel better for writing that down. I’ve acknowledged how I feel and I accept it. Time to continue this process.

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