The Weight of the World is Not Mine to Carry
Since high school, I have struggled with chronic depression. It took a year of feeling tidal wave after tidal wave of sadness to admit to myself I was depressed, and even after the internal reckoning, the obligation I felt to my family and my friends to “be okay” ran deep.
A Metaphor For Depression
On rainy days
All I want is to see clearly
Water droplets cling to my window screen