Depression comes in waves.
You never know when it’ll hit.
Mine is preceded or followed by anxiety.
Today it is followed by,
Tonight I hear the thunder and the rain
It’s the time to cry, when it’s dark and dreary outside.
His cancer is back,
And his kidney is failing.
Tonight I wonder when I’ll see my dad next,
Because time is running out,
Time goes by too fast.
The reality hits me and I can feel my eyes begin to water.
A tear drops,
Even if I wanted them to stop,
They wouldn’t.
Anything between my next visit with him and now could happen
The anticipation that builds through my mind is like a hurricane
My thoughts are scattered, scary, and untouchable
They overwhelm the good thoughts with the bad.
