This month’s word is misery, meaning “wretchedness of condition or circumstances”, “distress or suffering caused by need, privation, or poverty”, “great mental or emotional distress; extreme unhappiness” or “a cause or source of distress”.
CW: mental health
It’s a little late, sorry.
My life’s okay, I think. Nothing amazing, nothing terrible. And yet I feel a crushing weight upon me.
I eat, breathe, sleep, with a constant darkness within me. I don’t know why; it came upon me slowly, subtly, sneaking up on me. One day I just started to cry, for no particular reason, and I realised something was wrong.
But maybe it’s always been like that, and I just never realised. Maybe I’ve always been in pain, but I just didn’t know it.
It doesn’t really matter how I got here; the fact is that I am here, and I have to deal with that. If I can.
I’ll start with one thing. Just one thing. One, tiny, little, insignificant thing. All I need to do is pick up the phone. Pick up the phone and dial. Pick up the phone and dial a friend.
That’s it. That’s all. Just one thing. Just reach out, just say hello, just say “help me”.
Just one thing. One little thing.
The hardest thing in the world.