Kyle1Senior Contributor
Hide away
When I do venture out of the house I often manage to find something modestly pleasant along the way. It may be a rose bush... Or someone wearing a beautiful hat... A smiling face and friendly chat about their dog...
By far the hardest thing is the increasing fight against decreasing motivation to even get out the door.
Like this morning. Church is happening, and I typically enjoy to be part of it. Yet I'm lolling like it's a doona day and wishing for oblivion. My esteem is a crash site. My pity a litter dump. I don't want to become an imposter, smiling hello when my feelings are so dank. It's like I'd be lying. And I'm past letting my true sadness show, aswell, because I don't want to bring down the room with gloom and madness. And so I'm beginning to isolate, and that is like a venom, too...