There is no reason that anyone experiencing those long sleepless nights followed by short spurts of restless sleep, wasting away because they aren’t eating but maybe one meal a day, convincing themselves are going to die because the clouds outside moved an inch to the left and covered up the sun, running away from the mirror afraid to face their own reflection, catching their reflection and not recognizing the person in it, lying in bed watching television they hate because it takes too much energy to reach for the remote and change the channel, justifying their own funk because showers are a chore, and wanting nothing else than for it all to end as soon as possible should feel alone.
From my latest over at Huffington Post Blackvoices, commemorating World Mental Health Day