Squeeze

I have never fit in the box.
And yet,
I keep trying.

About this poem

A shortling for all of us who battle depression or anxiety. (or both!)

The other day I was talking to a friend, who like me battles depression. One of the things we talked about is how hard it is to seem”normal” instead of living within the reality we are often feeling. Like squeezing in a box we were never meant to fit in. We do it. We’re good at it from years of practie. But we are aware we don’t really fit.

The picture is of one of my cats, Duke, He’s the once-feral one who is not the ultimate domesticated spoiled feline.

Tom