IN A ROOM

HASTY – Alone

HASTYWORDS

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I forget how depression feels sometimes. That’s dangerous. To forget isn’t an option. I have to remind myself how sneaky and insidious it is. I must remember what it felt like to be its prisoner. Depression as a room and me held captive against my will. I am so grateful to have escaped this room… I don’t ever want to stop being grateful.

I was…
The lamp
Flickering
Shining
Buzzing
The table
Flimsy
Swaying
Silent
The chair
Splintering
Imprisoning
Creaking
The fan
Swishing
Cutting
Screaming
I was…
The person
Fracturing
Alone
Broken

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