it was 8:43am


they exist through
my mental illness

the torment of
thoughts i go
through in my
mind is

i long for a day
that i wake up okay,
with strength and
courage to do
what is needed

yet for now,
they continuously
l i n g e r

showing in hues
of exhaustion
and anxiety

23 thoughts on “it was 8:43am

  1. I read this poem twice yesterday and three times today before deciding how to respond. I think I’ll need to read it yet again a few times in order to really process everything. As someone who thankfully has never been diagnosed with mental health concerns, I feel like I shouldn’t respond. But as someone who has their own personal demons…
    It’s so hard to face the day when you are exhausted, overwhelmed, anxious, etc. I’ve been there. We all have. I can’t even imagine what it’s like when your demons plague you constantly and for seemingly no reason. I couldn’t be prouder of you and everyone else who sticks their chin up and walks out the door. Your bravery should be commended. Stay strong. Know you are loved.

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