This thing sometimes happen to me when I go down a depression spiral, I almost become scared to get happy again. The sadness feels awful, obviously, but it also turns…comforting?

My curtains have been drawn for a week now and I can’t seem to leave my house. I know if I get some sun and take a walk I’ll probably feel better, but I’m convinced it won’t and I’m convinced I can’t. I isolate myself from other people then convince myself that they don’t want to hear from me. I refuse to try go after things I want out of fear of failure then sulk about not having it.

So I keep myself trapped in my sadness, put up walls around it, lock the doors from the inside, flush the keys down the toilet, and throw myself a pity party.

Medium: Mixed Media Sculpture

Year Created: 2024