• Aren’t Sundays the worst?

    by  • March 27, 2017 • * Safe for Work *, Depression • 1 Comment

    Late night on Sunday I come to think and reflect. I try to prepare myself for what is to come this week and how the last one was unfulfilling. Lacking excitement, adventure, laughs, and even love…for when Sunday is here, my mind races reminding me of the emptiness I feel.

    It hurts, stuck in my small world of only what I know. We all have potential of being a bird, free to go wherever we feel like. For me though I’ve been stuck inside such a small cage I don’t even know how to fly away from this miserable place I am currently in. Even leaving trying to find somewhere else to be, doesn’t guarantee a good change. Going from knowing some to none is something terrifying.

    Are there any of you out there flightless birds mentally bound to a tree branch similar to me? Can we ever find a way to each other to help through the tough times? Or will this just be a small chirp high up in the tree having no one acknowledge, because they are on their way to somewhere great?

    What will it take so that Sunday isn’t such a dreadful day..

    One Response to Aren’t Sundays the worst?

    1. Bubbles
      March 29, 2017 at 6:44 am

      Sundays. I can’t stand em due to work obligations.

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