When “f” Eats, It Spells Feat
~ ~ When battling depression, the smallest things are quite a challenging feat to accomplish
By Rowan Finley Published 7 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by cottonbro studio: https://www.pexels.com/photo/a-lonely-woman-sitting-on-a-bed-6754012/
I can hardly breathe. The sadness in my throat is as tight as a rope that has been tied in a dozens knots. The muscles in my face attempt to move, but they are as a stagnant pond. I try to swallow but I just feel exhausted. Putting my feet on the floor, feels like an impossible feat. This is not how I was supposed to be as an adult at all. I was supposed to grow up and be confident, energetic and happy, not depressed.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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