depression with a question mark
a shot snippet from an old diary
By joi poetryPublished 5 months ago • 1 min read
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This morning
When my mom poured me a cup of coffee
I grabbed the sugar from the cabinet
And the milk from the fridge
When she drove me to school
Playing all of my favorite songs
I did not sing
I did not tap my fingers or feet
I did not skip over the songs I did not want to hear.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
With more urgency than needed
Because to her
Silence means chaos
Because in eighth grade I kept a journal
Every thought
Every love note
Every crazy new song I'd discovered
Went in it
I had to tell someone
Anyone
When they found the journal
My mother cried and my dad told me to suck it up.
That I had a “damn good life”.
I said anything to get out of that room.
"Nothing. Just tired."
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Comments (2)
This is utterly heartbreaking
The worst thing that someone can say is "suck it up". I'm so sorry this happened to you 🥺