Happy New Year?
Diary of a depressive
Day 1, 2021. We left the blinds open last night, so the natural light might wake us up. It wasn’t me having difficulty waking up, I’m usually the first. But the light got me this morning. It came in, uninvited, over-eager, rousing me from a bad dream. The cold, white light of a winter morning. And an unfamiliar part of me wanted to go back to bed, preferring imagined terrors to the reality of another day.