Together, we did not sleep

flash fiction from the depths of depression.

I am gloriously exhausted, I am unmoored.

I haven’t been writing. That’s just the truth. Writing has become extremely difficult for me in the wake of depression and fascism. Every day I wake up and promise myself I will write and basically every day I do not.

I am training to hike in a way that I never have before. I am training by eating extra protein, a…