I’m beginning to wonder if depressed people are the ones who are mentally ill
I look at this world and wonder, who in their right mind wouldn’t be depressed?
I wonder if there’s some ancient cry in us from a kinder civilization
I wonder if man (and I do mean man because archeologists are seldom women) hasn’t put too human of a spin on our most ancient walking ancestors
I wonder if there’s some in our lineage who would have inherited the Earth better?
Someone less poisonous
Truly it’s the people carrying on this charade of society that have to be insane
And I may be driven insane in the process
But I’m still far more sane than someone who would destroy the Earth for profit
And I really don’t think I could be mentally ill when wherever I look my depression is enforced
Encouraged
Endorsed
And people tell me to be positive
Like I’m not grateful for what I have
I am
I just don’t think I (or anyone else) should be forced to accept the minimum in most things
And be happy about it
Why can’t everyone just have moderation and not absolutely everything?
People say it’s not their fault and they earned their money,
I’m not sure what part of me giving more than what I can manage every day I can isn’t earning my right to exist comfortably
I’m really not
Woke up exhausted and too sick to work today
But off I go
I need to save sick hours for when I’m sick next Fall
Always trying to push myself harder for when I crash because I pushed myself too hard
It feels like insanity to me
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