seroquel

An ode to anxiety

I don’t want to get up,

the day is not forgiving.

I’ve been nauseous for 2 weeks now, food feels like cardboard in my mouth.

I eat bread with peanut butter and popsicles sometimes.

My body feels heavy like it’s filled with wet sand.

I want to sleep wrapped up in a duvet for hours.

I don’t feel like myself, almost as if my brain is on vacation leaving behind a big vacant room.

My normal routines don’t feel good, I question every move I make, I cry often.

Orange doesn’t feel like orange, purple doesn’t look like purple.

The weather is getting warmer and I’m moving slower.

June gloom.