Too fast

Monday, May 1, 2023

How is it already May?

Seriously, where have the last five months gone? Actually, where have the last 12 months gone? I swear, the older I get, the fast time goes. It’s going by too fast. My birthday is in four days… I’m not ready to be 41. I wasn’t ready to be 40. Hell, I wasn’t ready to be 30. That’s the thing about depression, time is both the tortoise and the hare. Single days stretch on and on, but you blink and it’s already five months into the year. I feel like I’ve gotten nothing accomplished. Like, I’m never going to achieve my life’s goals. I’ll just sit here, curled into a ball, with my arms grasping my legs and my head down, while the world passes me by.

Time is running out.