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The Lies I Tell Myself


I can do this. Deep breath. Hands shaking. 

I can do this.

Shake it off. Mirror check. Smile. One more deep breath.

I can do this.

Open the door. 

No.  

Trembling. Weak knees. Sweating. Shaking.

I can do this. 

Step across the threshold. Face the world.

I can do this.  

Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson

*Depression. Deep. Real. Depression, can be so debilitating, it 
can make you immobile, frozen. There are days when it's 
hard to leave the house. It's even hard to leave your bed. 
You put on a smile and face the world. Because you have to. 
You tell yourself, whatever lies you have to, in order to 
maintain the facade that everything is alright. 
As always, thank you for joining me on this journey.  Penny 

 

 

Author:

Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online journals, such as Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society. Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 & 2019 by Z Publishing, Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.

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