1. I didn’t know this poem but it feels like it speaks to me from the soul.

    “So this is, in a way, a warning. Depression frequently comes to us gradually, on little cat feet. It sits and watches and blankets us in silence, then moves on, until next time.” <- This is so true.

    I really love the style of your new blog and I am exited to read more.

  2. deaddewey

    there is a slow sadness, it lives in your bones.
    they won’t show.
    for decades of trying to live in the world,
    now they won’t.
    but fret not for skeletons, you have a life
    they don’t.

  3. So this is a little excerpt from what I wrote when i was in 9th grade, something i’m still working on,

    Our Hectic Sorrow
    Sent on fate’s pointed arrow
    Only if our efforts are thorough
    Our sorrow, Divine will borrow.

    Love your style of writing! God bless you 🙂

  4. A fog is a very apt description of what depression is like. It’s really hard to describe to other people what it feels like, but I always think it feels like nails on a chalkboard in my head, over and over again. I love the poem you’ve chosen. I remember reading it in high school. Rather than depression being the cat, though, I see my depressed self as the cat — sitting high above my own life, watching it happen, with next to no ability to engage in it because I’m (or my depression) is too big for it all.

    I wonder if this is something you can relate to also?

    I also recently started a blog about anxiety and depression, albeit from a different angle. I’d love to chat with you about your experience sometime 🙂

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