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A Letter to a Friend I Didn’t Text Back
Things get hard sometimes, but we’ll get through this, won’t we?
Trigger warning: This post contains mentions of depression. Read with care, fearless community.
Dear friend
I’m sorry I didn’t text you back.
Things have been hard of late. One moment, I’m laughing and reading a book, and the next, I can barely breathe. I try, but my lungs seem to have forgotten how to work. My chest feels so tight I worry it might be a heart attack.
But I’m still alive, so it was probably nothing.
How fortunate.
You know how life gets.
Sometimes I wonder if I should even bother. Is it worth it?
Am I worth it?
There’s been a lot of pressure at work and I wasn’t able to set my priorities straight.
These days, all I want to do is sleep. I have breakfast at 4 PM, only to abandon it halfway because I’m not hungry. I’ve been wearing the same clothes for I don’t even remember how long.
I feel exhausted all the time. I can’t muster the energy for basic tasks like opening the door when the doorbell rings or remembering to water my plants. There are dishes in the sink from three days…
