My depression is called the Four Seasons Resort.
A room for one? Yes.
Anxiety is my weighted blanket,
tear stained pillows tell how the night went.
My body held captive by the mattress,
No strength to to sit up.
The sun rose,
yet there I still wept.
Laying there, sinking.
Tip of my head to the tip of my toes,
Heart racing,
feeling like I ran a marathon,
yet i haven’t moved a bone.
Darkness begins to fall yet again,
another day gone.
Tomorrow’s sunshine,
I’m gonna awake and stretch my spine.
Someday, i’ll overcome this battle of mine.

—Sarah Zetty

Published by oldsoulrae

I'm a twenty something who is starting to share my writing pieces. If I'm not working you can find me at a local coffee shop, venturing around my city, taking weekend road trips, or grabbing a local beer and visiting with friends. I would love to get your feed back so be sure to comment, like, or email me at

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