Depression is a sad thing.
Its when your whole body aches with emptiness that you can’t imagine feeling whole again. Like the energy and life has been sucked out of you. Its when your tears have dried up and all that comes out is a blank stare and half hearted attempt at a sob. Sometimes depression looks like curling up with the shower curtain naked hoping for someone to find you when you know you’re hopelessly alone. Sometimes depression is imagining the police or firefighter that finds you alone, naked, crying in the bathtub with no water running. And sometimes it looks like forcing your dogs in to your arms to ease the sting of another dark lonely night. Depression strips you until you’re bare.
She was lying in bed naked with wet hair hoping someone would hear her sobs, but she let the pillow absorb the mess.
I hate the term “jungle fever” when white girls are attracted to black men or the other way around. “Fever” suggests that it can be cured or will go away and that there’s something wrong like you’re sick.
I am attracted to black men. It is not a fever. It is not a phase. Ever since I didn’t think guys had cooties I’ve been attracted to almost every race, but more specifically black.
So, if it is a “fever” then please don’t cure me.
The past, present, and future walk into a bar. It was tense.