I Suck at Friendship
There are some things that I want to blame on my depression:
that I don't have my PhD
that I want to sleep 14 out of 24 hours
(although that may be the vitamin deficiency)
that I don't want to leave my house
that I am unemployed
that I feel so alone...
but mostly that I am a terrible friend.
I don't make the effort
and I let people treat me as disposable
then I disappear when they need me.
maybe the depression is just an excuse to be lazy
and, why I suck...
No, that's not me...that's just the depression talking.
So this poem was just now written after some inner reflection inspired by a post by Shybiker, who has a wonderful blog. She wrote about rejection in tonight's post and it resonated with me. I have a strong desire to be here more often, to write more often. And still I don't. My poor neglected lasagna. I'm gonna blame it on my depression.