mental-health
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It was awkward at first, but then it became routine. When I started working at Big Don’s the walk-in was a maze, and everywhere I put a dirty six-pan seemed like a personal offense to whoever was in the dish pit that day. I was an outcast, but I was willing to learn. And the…
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Nevermind the hatred. The pulse of fear and lethargy produce the racket in my heart. The constant state of needing to sit down but never comfortable when my body sinks into the shape my spine has etched in. I can’t sleep on my shoulders anymore; the compromise being staring at the ceiling fan awaiting whichever…
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I can’t think of anything. The gray fuzz that swirls during meditation only blocks out. Never produces. When people think of meditation, they think of trying their best to not think of anything. Maybe this blank stare at my screen serves a higher purpose. It mostly comes in flickers. I had a weird dream last…
ZCUMCORE 