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Anhedonia
I want to feel this.
Blunted.
The meds are working,
ignoring the rumbling
deep
Gut talking to me
Gut screaming —
Why aren’t you screaming?
Be quiet!
What’s the point?
Breathe
no.
Stay quiet!
Stare off
Look away
Sit down
Stay Blunted.
Meds help me!
God help me!
I can’t feel this —
It’s too much.
Turn your phone off,
no.
What if something
happens —
More?
Enough is happening.
I’m not sitting
— you are.
It’s too loud.
Up the meds.
Sleep
I can’t.
God change this.
Persevere
Feel
Hold on
No.
Don’t let me
feel
this.