ON GETTING BETTER (BUT NOT REALLY)
- Jun 26
- 1 min read
By Rosie Bogumil
i’m doing well
yes, sleeping better (the later i wake, the more meals i miss)
taking my medications
as prescribed
the intrusive thoughts remain
intrusive
i’m eating more regularly (mostly caffeine)
yes, three times a day
i’ve been leaving the house (less often)
and getting used to being alone
at home in
and at one with
the dark (that’s probably part of the problem)
when God invented sleep
it was to give us a taste of death
as a treat (i know the flavour intimately)
it’s okay, really (it’s all pretend)
i’m not that sick
anymore
i’m not that suicidal
anymore (just… the normal amount)
on a scale of one to ten? (eleven)
i can’t quantify it (admissions come in assorted colours and flavours)
(some have special consequences)
why am i smiling?
oh.
you see, (all my jokes are cries for help)
i’m doing so much better