The attempt to dig oneself out of that black hole of depression makes one even more tiring and vice versa.
When having a smoke, I had this imagery in my mind that I am six feet under with a shuffle... keep on digging upwards trying to see when I eventually could get back to see the beautiful sunlight.I guess it makes me feel tired but I know I will see the light. At the same time, I know I will eventually see the light but still I feel tired.
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