A Dream Like Mine

I so do not want to be awake. Not because I’m tired, though. But because merely being, is painful. Thankfully, I called my clinic yesterday and told them that the new antidepressants clearly aren’t working vey well. I see someone about that tomorrow. I have a different appointment today, and I wish I didn’t have to go. I wish I could crawl back into bed and hide from consciousness and feeling and being. I wish I could step into a dream and live in there for a while until the pain out here subsides.