Not far from my house lies this mound of scrap metal and junk. I can relate to it in so many ways. I feel thrown away. Like I have been left by the wayside, tossed and forgotten. Those parts that were once shiny and new, have become weathered and are not longer useful. I do not even recognize what I am anymore, much less who, or why. Depressed, hating myself, thoughts of suicide nearly daily, but according the our wonderful government “Occasional depression that will not interfere with work.” Right.
I would hate to know what constant depression and anxiety feels like. I really am tired of trying. Okay, I give.
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