If this feeling could manifest itself physically there’d be a gaping hole in my chest. What’s out of your sight is far from out of my mind. In fact, it’s with me every hour of every day like a plague.
Sometimes it fades an illusion of safety but the dread comes on like a pack of wolves stalk their prey. Forever unseen but always lying in wait for the perfect moment to strike with precision misery.
Depression makes plenty work for idle minds. This whole experience is exhausting. I’m feeling tired, I’m worn out.