Reflections of a convoluted mind




The sun is my joy and depression is the eclipse. It pales everything around it with the paint of darkness. It corners one into isolation and deceives those around it…An infant’s sleep was of content abandon and peaceful satiety. Infants have no care; no expectations demanded and cast upon them. I longed for this sleep so badly but could not make sense of this ominous longing. Contrary to the bright future that was forecasted for me, I could barely make it through the morning let alone face the day ahead. To think of the day ahead was a challenging enough task to consider executing. I could not think beyond moments, let alone scheduling and having to think about the weeks or months which lay before me. A feeling of dread encircled me like vultures waiting to converge towards a carcass.I felt tightly tied to my bed by invisible ropes composed of demotivation and unfounded, insurmountable exhaustion.