Here’s the thing about depression
That I never understood
Before it became
Such a deciding factor
In my life
I don’t know if it’s the depression
Or the meds
But….
I.don’t.care.
I look at the overflowing garbage
And I think:
” I should really take that out”
But I don’t care
I look at the dishes in the sink
And I think:
“I should put those in the dishwasher”
But I don’t care
I look at the pile of laundry to be run
And I think:
“I should run a load or two”
But I don’t care
I hear the phone ring
And I think
“I should answer that”
But I don’t care
I used to be consumed by guilt
And anxiety
Over the state of my home
The need to look presentable
The need to be on time
The need to succeed
But I don’t care
Every morning
I get out of bed
And I say:
“Today I will accomplish this”
I even make lists
But I don’t care
I often set myself small goals
Have a shower
Put pants on
Take the dog for a walk
But I don’t care
So when I look up…
It’s dark outside
And I’ve done nothing
But it’s ok
Cos
I.dont.care.
