Haven’t Slept it Away in Many Years. (When sleep is desired over the ache of being awake.)

depression, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writer, Writing, Journaling 1 Minute

Oh shit, I’m here again. Where I wait all day for sleep to begin, because that’s the only time the misery ends.

Published by Renegade Jane

Source seeker, mother, poet; trying the best I can. I have fought depression, anxiety, and who knows what else since I was an adolescent. I am trying to allow my writing to be as free and organic as possible.

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