Redux
in the clutches of this mental sinkhole
forced effort my only ally
my day is silent
with only slow tears and exhaustion
the bed, my refuge
the external world feels so far removed
from inside my womb of despair
dark, alone, and unwell
i need to stop sinking
or eventually, i will float
I Write Her 
Haunting 🖤
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Thank you! ❤
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oh, this is very powerful and you captured despair so well in your words
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❤ Thank you kindly, Mich!
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Wow you really captured what it’s like to be in a mentally bad place. Beautifully written 👏🏽
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Thanks, Pooja! I’m glad I could? 😉
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😜
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lol
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Elegantly described. Brilliant!
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Wow, thanks so much for your praise!
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It’s well deserved. Bravo!
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❤
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Yesterday, I read a beautiful post by Sue Dreamwalker and her words were exactly what I needed. Though we are only a speck in this vast universe, we are who we are. In my comment to Sue, I added a quote by Maya Angelou – “Every storm runs out of rain” – Maya Angelou
Here’s the link to Sue’s post if you care to read it – https://suedreamwalker.wordpress.com/2022/06/06/time-to-rebalance-the-maze-of-life/
❤️
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Yes, you are so right. Sadly, some are more like Seattle than LA if I compare our state of being with rain statistics. Every person is different how they respond to trauma or challenges. I enjoyed Sue’s piece very much, makes a lot of good points. Thanks for sharing, Eugenia!
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A very vivid description of despair…
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Thank you, Val! I’m glad it comes a cross that way.
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So moving.
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❤ Thank you, Sadje!
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My pleasure
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