In Lieu of "I'm Okay"
Cold weather sads take over my head and make it so hard to get out of bed. Too tired to stand and make all my meals, and Uber eats rarely has deals. Inside my chest there are tiny sobs that no one but me can feel. I can’t tell if the sadness is a metaphorical joke or if my depression is real. Who do I call who I won’t bring down with this negative space I take up? No desire to get dressed or go out or even put on a little makeup. I don’t know what I need, and it makes my head feel crazier than makes any sense. Should I cry into my pillow or distract with TV - I’m genuinely on the fence. I daydream about getting on a train and just going to God knows where. But then I remember how much it would take just to get from my bed to my chair. I think of Khalid, cold and alone, sleeping inside of his car. The sibling who grew up in the next room but emotionally lived very far. I cannot get him out of my mind, and there’s nothing I can do. I tried to help him a handful of times but co