Broken clocks on broken walls

Each time I close my eyes, my life changes. Manifestations of a world that is yet to come, but has already gone. Lost in the time stream, I struggle a little to find my footing each day. Each time stream shares echos of another. Fear of closing my eyes becomes a real battle. Like a beast lurking in the shadows. Waiting in the corners of my mind waiting to pounce when you least expect it. This is my cycle. This is what happens every few weeks. When it’s time to be awake, it’s life on repeat. Days wasted. Like I’m imprisoned, I want to do so much more but am confined to my little space. It really takes a toll on mental health. Stress and anxiety tend to turn to depression. Sometimes keeping the light on just feels like too much work.

One breath.

One step.


You can do this.

The candle is getting shorter. Is it time to light another?

Published by Snowy Owl

There was a lot more written here before. Then I saw it was irrelevant. I am just another person with an autoimmune disease and spectrum ”disorder” who is highly sensitive to their environment. I thought I would write a few things down, so here you go. Swim at your own risk!

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