Growth Despite Depressive Disintegration
/This piece regards enduring insomniac nights as a metaphor for years of treatment-resistant major depressive disorder and the difficulty to believe I can grow a healthy self-concept despite the erosion of my identity and joy.
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Night names me,
light lames me.
In early morning still
I sing myself to sleep,
fractal music scattered,
fragmented hymnary.
Blight blames -- me,
inhabiting
space ceded
by silence
and its static;
flight frames – me,
becoming
as I was
and am
and will be
my own
internal
harmony.
By Connor Orrico
From: United States