bout

morning, the day is lost before it begins.
cannot go on this way. it is harder to be at home than at work

Open the eyes
Sunlight in the courtyard facing window.
It is late.

Hiss.
The tinnitus, steady hiss, they do not know what it is and there is no hope and no help for it.

Get up, a shower, brush the dentist's building site.

Cannot speak. Outside noises echo, are hard to differentiate, words are hard to understand, the thoughts are clear but the head is fuzzy.

Get up,
go to the kitchen
this is a disastrous mess.
Try to reach the coffee grinder past all of yesterdays mess.
It is ..............unreachable to much go back

lie down.


This is not working

This is a bout of depression
nothing to be fixed, there is only the wish to throw it all away