Thursday 17 December 2009

My Cage.

I'm so tired.
Not just lack-of-sleep tired.

Soul tired.


Sometimes depression feels like an extra limb growing out of me; grotesque and oversized. Not something that could escape my notice.
More often though, depression becomes so innate that it is barely distinguishable.
It coats my insides in a death mist that slows my senses, blots my feelings and leaves me feeling little more than an empty shell.
I am a container of a hidden fog of gas so noxious, so insidious, that I can no longer recognise my edges. Perhaps then, that is partly why I need to be able to see and feel each rib; why I need to be small enough for me to hold.


A sense of desperation claws at the arid valleys of emptiness inside me.

On my 33rd birthday, I weighed 6 stone 8 pounds.
Less than I weighed when I was 13.


I'm trapped in a wire cage and, when I dare to look at the space inviting the unknown, I become so afraid and feel so broken, I dare not fly through it.
I'm left clinging to the perch, with an energy I can't sustain, in a very foggy, very frightening cage.



I'm so so so upset that I have let panic win today.

I'm sad enough to taste salt tonight.

7 comments:

  1. Oh my dear sweet one, you must never give up. Hold on with everything that is within you.

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  2. "....as I reach through the cage to you just reach back and hold on.

    Love and hope
    Gail
    peace.....

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  3. I am reaching through the cage too. Hold on ok. I remember being there....feeling alone and really cold...cold all the time...But it got better. I don't even know how but it did. Hold on ok. Sarah

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  4. I'm trying to hold on.
    Thank you all.
    I really a trying.
    I feel shame at the misery that is exposed in this blog... but I am desperate right now and nobody really knows.

    Thank you for reaching through.

    I'm trying to dae to reach too.

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  5. Sometimes the panic does win the battle but it won't win the war. I am glad you have this place to write what is so hard to speak. Thinking of you.

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  6. lostinamaze -
    Thank you for understanding.

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