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The darkness dripped down my back, even in the light.

The comfort TV was only helping slightly.

Same with the meds and the yoga and the meditation. (OK, I wasn't meditating.)

The cuddly, Calico cat snored on the bed —

another small contentment. 

And maybe the only thing keeping me together was denial. 

And maybe I should fill out that psych intake form. 

But who has the time?

I have to keep getting up, with the darkness drenching me, and pretend like I'm not drowning.