I’m feeling more depressed each day
I hate to admit it
I think I may need to start looking for help again.
But I feel like I’ve failed.
I don’t wanna be put back on meds.
It’s almost been a year without them.
And I don’t want to start over
with someone new.
and I don’t know who I can turn to.
But I won’t let myself get back to that point.
The point of giving up.
I’ve got to much to live for now.
A reason to keep going.
I just want to be happy…
and I’m not sure I’ve ever known what that truly feels like.
~ A Little Pretty Pocket-Book: Intended for the Instruction and Amusement of Little Master Tommy, and Pretty Miss Polly, by Isaiah Thomas, 1787
via Library of Congress
“Jeer not at any Person whatsoever”
another gorgeous piece. IN LOVE.