Hope Contagium

A therapy journal of self-obsession, depression and meaning.

Tag: soul

A Day

Another gray day making its markĀ on a black soul.

A gray day.
A gray mood.
A black soul.

Mediocre life.
No value.
No meaning.


Sweet Sleep

Today I was hit by that deep depression. The one that devours the energy of your soul; it closes your eyes and makes you wish for nothingness which you try to obtain through sweet sleep. As in slow-motion I willingly give in and everything turns dark.

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