Thursday, December 20, 2018 3:14pm. Long Beach. Sister's.
The depression is coming back. The thoughts are back. I'm breathing through it. I'm not surprised. I felt like it would come like flood when I got still enough. I just feel stuck. I couldn't even go out to The World Stage last night and I was scheduled to read. I was with my mom and son and just couldn't go.
Like I said it's here and I'm breathing through it. It will pass.
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
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