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.

Why bother to stay alive?

I’ve failed as a writer, I’ve failed as a husband, I’ve failed as a father, clearly I’ve failed as a friend as it’s been over a year since eith of my supposed best friends would speak to me…

I’ve failed and failed and failed some more…I’ve failed so much I don’t want to live anymore.

I’m alone, I can’t find a job, and it looks like my former employer has poisoned the well after my little post-traumatic stress breakdown at work that they fired me over “We’re a family here to help” my ask…I can’t find work since losing my job, my unemployment’s running out and there’s not a fucking soul I can turn to.

I’m so fucking sick of it all…

Author, Curmudgeon, Geek, Opinionated