Team member Genevieve shares a poem she wrote during her graduate school experience. At this point in her studies, the stress of a strained supervisory relationship exacerbated her anxiety and depression. This poem is reflective of her state of being during this time.
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there were days when the night didn’t end
didn’t break apart with the alarm
just laid on the floor beside yesterday’s clothes.
there were mornings that stayed night
trapped in the sheets, still cold from the night before
flat, dark in front of the sun between the blinds.
there were days when the morning and night dissolved together
pills and water, take one at bedtime every night
stomach cranking time to the hours between 12 and 12.