I have emptied the bins,

not just the kitchen bins,

bathroom bins,

bedroom bins,

living room bins,

are all empty!

I have made my bed

I answered the door,

I knew the posite,

he asked how I was,

filled with the shame of my condition

I admit to being unwell,

while silently calling myself, a fraud, a flake…

asking myself;

what do you have to be depressed about?

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I need to get out,

to go for a walk… but

will I?

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It all feels like too much

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I did walk,

legs shaking,

feeling wobbly I walked, normally I love chatting to other walkers,

today it was hard,

but I did,

I have no idea why today is harder than yesterday

it makes no sense,

it just is,

and tomorrow is another day…