I’ve been studying religion of late. I’m currently taking a course about Christianity. I remember more than I thought. There’s also much I didn’t know. I just finished day seven: “Death and resurrection, violence, suffering, and justice.” These topics were not emphasized in Sunday school. There is darkness in the Bible. There’s violence, pain, and …
"trapped inside, my feelings seethe about, seeking expression. i don’t know what they are; i can’t name them..."
"I had a shower today and it felt pretty good. I’d forgotten I like them; it’s been six days since I showered, a fact I attribute to my obvious laziness. I’m incredibly lazy at times, especially of late."
"For me, the fall into depression is not a smooth ride down a slide. Instead, it’s like tumbling down a long staircase with the concomitant bumps and bruises one would expect from such a fall, with brief stops at landings prior to reaching the bottom – except, of course, you never reach the bottom. The pit is infinitely deep, and the stairs go on forever..."
"i walk down the hall and don’t see the world around me,
don’t notice the pictures on the wall,
pay no attention to the creaks my footfalls engender as i pass over sagging bits of floor..."