Depression
I just want to sleep.
today
tomorrow
next week
next month
next year.
I have no FOMO.
Instead I have FOA.
Fear Of Attending.
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I just want to sleep.
today
tomorrow
next week
next month
next year.
I have no FOMO.
Instead I have FOA.
Fear Of Attending.
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Fear of Attending–yes.
I feel this, reading this poem– the (familiar) heavy lid of depression.
Thank you for sharing this, somehow it helps, to recognize the weight. To know it is real. I’ve been in that place, where it feels endless.
(And, if this is reflective of where you are presently, know the weight will lift, and I hope, soon.)
I haven’t heard the phrase FOA. I like the progression of time for the desire of sleep and the assonance of “sleep” and “week.”