A jellyfish that washes ashore will likely evaporate.
If jellyfish can evaporate, why then, oh why can’t I?
Much random crying, mostly in the car and occasionally at work. Not related to any particular sadness. Lamentations that come from nowhere and express nothing. No contribution to feeling. Many things broken. Valuable things wrecked, lost, neglected. Living up to someone else’s definition of functional. Supposed to be inspired, inspiring. Passing barely. Often not. Researching gun purchasing so I can be a better advocate for sensible gun control. Can order online, but would be evaluated. Can a person pass evaluation having been so wondrously medicated? In the name of research, I too could own a remedy.
Zoloft withdrawal. Who knew? Brain zaps. Zaps in the brain. Zippy with a dash of desperation. The point is that there is a root to this chord- sometimes. it can take too long to connect the dots. You can’t see what it looks like. It’s the thing they may have warned you about. The remedy is dangerous and nobody names it trouble because it helped at some point.
We can’t evaporate because we are heavy. We stay on the ground. We remind each other of our gravity in this way. It is a duty and an honor. What must it be like to forget?