Depression

It took me days of rest to begin to get over the months of bottled up contempt.

Years of suffering are still there. But for some reason I’m screaming at myself to let go of the pride and ego and hatred and fury at all of the unjustness in the world.

The world is a big place and time is an infinite string forward and backward.

Right now, to me, two tiny days in a row of feeling good and waking up early and getting out is just glorious.

I have to remind myself.