oh, please save me

I’m running late this morning. Not for any other reason but my own. Well, that and the return of my fight with melancholy.

I’ve been aware of this feeling for about a week now. But other things took precedence and I now have no other big issues to distract me. My calf pain doesn’t count as a distraction; it simply keeps me from being able to run away.

Ever so subtle, the sadness and feeling of unworthiness ties me to my bed, and then to the shower, and back to my bed. The thoughts that run through my head, though rooted in the past, are ones of present. They are lies but they consume me.

I pray that I will not be left alone with my thoughts anymore.