I cry in the car when I’m driving because then I can’t cry too much. I cry because I’m depressed. I’ve been depressed again. Strongly. I cry because there’s nothing else my body wants to do.
I cry because I’m depressed and there’s nothing I can do about it.
There’s nothing I feel…
I don’t want to not be depressed.
I don’t want to be depressed.
I’m tired and my body is tired and my heart is tired.
I love driving, it’s my favourite part of the day. I don’t even care about the traffic jam. I cry whilst being careful not to crash into the car in front. Controlled crying.
Controlled feelings. I let them out in a controlled manner.
I let then out.
But stop them when I need to.
Every day. Just a little each day.
Seems there’s an endless supply.