Like a Hurricaine

God fucking damn, depression just rolls over me like a fucking hurricaine.

It tears my entire self to shreds, doing collateral damage along the way (When the Steve Suit gets blown off).

And then one morning I wake up…and it’s gone.

I don’t feel fantastc, I don’t feel great, I don’t feel good.

But I feel Okay.

For now, that’s enough.

Author, Curmudgeon, Geek, Opinionated