I’ve been depressed most of january and a couple things I really hoped would work out fell apart this week - so my 2025 is off to a great start

and given that I’m currently on burnout leave and feeling more bad days that good days,

my poem today is appropriately enough

about self-love

I'm not really talking to another person.

I'm just talking to myself.

And myself is a little bit less real than another person ever is.

Isn't that a funny realization?

We look at someone else in the eye

And we tell them,

You,

You're more real than I am.

I want you to be real for me because I don't feel like I can be real for myself.

That's what we do, isn't it?

When we try to get validation from each other

We look at each other and ask -

can you care for me? because I don’t know how to care for myself

can you love me? because I don’t know how to love myself