“He says, me too.
When it’s bad, I think
if I could see the switch
that ends
everything
I’d be tempted
except it is too far
to reach,
even just there
across the room.
Thank god volition
is a casualty
of depression.
… ”
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Source: SmirkPretty (I am a mama flying solo within spitting distance of the Beltway. Dancing fuels the engines and my kid keeps me aloft. Most days, I smile a lot. As I learn to cultivate the 100 Things I Can, I discover this: Baby steps are steps nonetheless.)
