Tuesday, March 12
Watching My Anger Through a Window
A new medication makes my days less intense. Less stressful and angry and frustrated.
But still this anger seeps through, like acid filling my head, ants crawling over my skin.
Suddenly there is a hate inside, so intense that you want everything to burn. To stop existing.
My eyes are heavy from other medications. Downers to lesson the flames. But still my thoughts run; slower but just as angry. Not enough. Never enough. So much I could be doing but instead I'm sitting tired and slowly, scorchingly angry over something trivial and unfair. Something useless.
New bed and new room and new home. But the same useless, angry me that can't let it go and can't get things done and will never