Depression : When I Can’t Find The Words
Tag: Depression
Finding Light In The Blackout
My creative output for the past several months has been pretty much nonexistent. Even as I type this, I worry that I won't be able to convey exactly just how fucking difficult it's been - and still is - because my brain is all fog and no substance. But I'm better than I was a… Continue reading Finding Light In The Blackout
A Little Voice Whispers
"You know why the cat has started sleeping on your bed, don't you?" My mum said. "It's because he knows you're not well." It hadn't even occurred to me, so wrapped up in my grief have I been. I tried to write a poem before. I wanted to write about this depression. But the only… Continue reading A Little Voice Whispers
I’ve Lost My Anchor
'Don't bother, you stupid fuck, nobody gives a shit whether they hear from you or not.' That's what depression is telling me as I write this from my bed. But I'm pressing on regardless. It's been over four months since I started feeling depressed, only this time has been worse than any of the other… Continue reading I’ve Lost My Anchor
Quotes Of The Depressed
It's been...a day. I wanted to write to you about several things today; a fountain pen, a poppet made of human hair the Finnish folk/black metal project Wyrd. But my trusted words failed me and left me spending much of the afternoon coiled around my pillow blasting myself with rays from my light therapy lamp.… Continue reading Quotes Of The Depressed
Art Of The Depressed
I've been wanting to write to you and write to you and write to you until my fingers are bloody and my heart is full, because that is what I do, that is why I'm here. But I can only manage a few words today. You see, I'm on a different sort of medication now… Continue reading Art Of The Depressed
Thinking In The Dark : When Everything Is Just Too Much
Everything has been too much today. I'm depressed, exhausted and all my senses are way too overloaded. Even the mumbled noise of people talking in another room is making me twitch. Saga has been screaming in my face for the past twelve hours, I can't get my stupid septum ring out of my stupid nose,… Continue reading Thinking In The Dark : When Everything Is Just Too Much
Thinking In The Dark : Imposter Hair
A year and a half ago, I went from waist length black hair - a style I'd had for well over fifteen years - to a white blonde pixie cut, and then to a buzzcut. At the time, I thought white blonde, short hair was the best thing ever and I swore I'd never go… Continue reading Thinking In The Dark : Imposter Hair
Depression As Gigantic Beasts : The Art Of Dawid Planeta
I've been meaning to make a post about the work of Polish artist and graphic designer Dawid Planeta for ages, but, funnily (?) enough, my depression has prevented me from doing so. My mood is one of the reasons why this blog was cold and quiet for so damn long - I didn't have the… Continue reading Depression As Gigantic Beasts : The Art Of Dawid Planeta
My Other Shadows : Day Thirteen
In this perfect, milky light of morning, depression salts my heart until it is heavy and heaving and rough to the touch.
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 