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.