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A Letter to My Lover for When I Have Lost My Mind
My Dearest RJ,
Succotash. If you are reading this, then my sick brain has retreated from my grasp into the throes of my darkness again. My thoughts twist into barbs that slice my faith and blind me to everything good and beautiful in life. Doubt weaves a fog so thick that confidence and reality disappear from view and cast frightful shadows making self and loved ones shift into strange menacing monsters. I lash out in terror and desperation at all I see, trying to escape the sharp torture and the uncertainty as the darkness draws me into a lethal embrace like a serpent.
As sanity slowly returns and the fog lifts, I see that the da...