I’m gripped wholly by a powerful wave of depression I can’t seem to shake. I have no cute, pithy, or otherwise useful words to contribute to the canon, today.

But it’s important to treat yourself as you would another (the better corollary for the ‘Golden Rule’) and I’d definitely have more grace for a stranger than I naturally offer myself. So my advice this week is to do a self-inventory. Find the aches and pains in your body and your soul and invest in rounding out their rougher edges.

As for how you should do that? Shit, I don’t know. I was going to turn off the lights and stare at a lit candle until I find center.

You?

“I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence or insanity to anyone…but they’ve always worked for me.” – Hunter S. Thompson

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He grasps at straws

With the reckless abandon

Of a man slipping quickly

Off a ledge into the abyss

He stared in

too long

Too deep

Too far

Each swat of his hand

At the retreating,

Fleeting,

Vestiges of chances

Pushes them further out

Into space.

Close enough to be seen

But never close enough

To be reached again.

And first he feels his left foot

Slip.

And then he feels

So heavy for a moment

And then like he

Weighs nothing at all

As the cool black embrace

Rises up to greet him

To come and swallow him whole.