Description
Depression talks and Soup answers every time. She's ashamed of her existence. She's sad all the time. Everything feels overwhelming no matter how simple the task may seem. She's not worried about being enough. It's the only thing she knows she's not. But there's no comfort to be found in that. These are pretty much a collection of poems about how one's self-critic invades every aspect of-- Okay, look. I'm gonna be real with you for a sec. To no one's surprise, writing things down actually helps elevate the pain. It never really goes away but this helps keep it at bay. At least, until the next day. This never ending cycle has been getting old. It's almost been a decade and I'm tired of this. It's only a matter of time until I succumb to my exhaustion and let myself down just one final time. Like, it's either this or causing harm to myself. Can you tell I'm enjoying my 20's!?! a.k.a. "Conversations I have with Soup"
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