Meditation diaries: Where I break apart

My writing isn’t the same as it used to be.

I’m just not good at it anymore.

I tried honing on on my wildlife photography skills but that isn’t working out either because it’s an impractical hobby to have when you can only walk short distances and need a wheelchair.

I have nothing left in me to give. And I never gave that much in the first place.

I want to throw everything around me and smash everything to pieces.

3 thoughts on “Meditation diaries: Where I break apart

  1. inkbiotic August 24, 2019 / 7:14 pm

    This isn’t a story, right? This is how you’re feeling? I’m really sorry you’re going through this. Is there someone you can talk to? It sounds like you’re dealing with too much on your own.

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    • Matt Johnson August 25, 2019 / 12:50 pm

      Yea this is how i’m feeling at the moment.

      I do have some people online. And support workers but I’ve not really known what to say o them lately. dunno why.

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      • inkbiotic August 25, 2019 / 4:34 pm

        I guess depression squashes motivation, even the will to talk to someone. I’m sorry, life can be really tough sometimes. Keep going, my friend, hopefully the sun will come out soon x

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