Photo – Al Forbes
A brisk walk will do you good
But I’m so tired – my legs feel like they’re made of lead.
Some fresh air will make you feel better
My chest is so tight it’s an effort to breathe.
Count your blessings
Count? My mind is hazy. I cannot concentrate on the simplest of tasks.
Happiness is a choice
Do you really think I would choose to feel like this?
Snap out of it
Snap? I have slept for twelve hours but still don’t have the energy to move.
A good meal will cheer you up
I told you I cannot eat. My throat is constricted, my stomach full of swirling emotions.
Turn that frown upside down
I try. I really do, but my skin feels tight and it’s hard to make my muscles move.
If you can’t be bothered to help yourself
I am screaming for help, can’t you hear me? But the room is silent and you turn away.
Sunday Photo Fiction – A story inspired by a photo prompt. Read the other entires here.
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Chilling. Alone in company, sometimes the time you feel mist alone is when you have people around you. Well written
It can be. Thanks 🙂
Beautiful and creative!
Thanks very much Amra.
It was great pleasure to read your work 🙂
Thanks 🙂
This is excellent. That “still small voice.”
Depression is a vile wretch. Like most afflictions, it is poorly understood by those who don’t suffer it. The person who tells an alcoholic to drink less, for example. Very well-written and poignant.
Thanks. Yes, that’s a good example.
Many onlookers do not see the suffering of the person if they do not look ‘ill’. Very good piece demonstrating the advice that people tend to give… Like happiness is a choice 🙂 very well written
Thanks Angie. Invisible conditions are hard for people to understand. I appreciate your comments.
Powerful writing. A great play on words.
Thanks Steve. Much appreciated.
I can so relate to your poem. You have expressed the daily grind of depression. Thank you. Jx
You’re welcome Jodine. Hugs x
Great take on this prompt. An excellent story, expressed very well.
Thanks very much.
Excellent story. I like your take on the picture. Why is it people don;t really listen.
Thanks Susan. I guess it’s hard to understand unless you’ve been there.