I can feel the cloud envelop me.
\nDo not tell me to cheer up-
\nI have no limbs, but you ask me to fly.
\nWould you command
\na dead man
\nto breathe?<\/p>\n
Do not remind me of my blessings \u2013
\nto have such wonderful things in my life
\nand still feel no joy
\nmakes me
\nungrateful.<\/p>\n
Do not tell me I am beautiful;
\nthat you love me;
\nI feel ugly and unworthy of love.
\nWhen you tell me these things
\neither I have tricked you into seeing me
\nas something I am not
\nor you
\nare lying to me
\nwhich
\nis
\nworse<\/i><\/p>\n
Do not tell me anything.
\nJust take me to the doctor
\nand get me
\nmy damn
\nmeds.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I can feel the cloud envelop me. Do not tell me to cheer up- I have no limbs, but you ask me to fly. Would you command a dead man to breathe? Do not remind me of my blessings – to have such wonderful things in my life and still feel no joy makes me […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[86],"class_list":["post-893","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general","tag-general"],"yoast_head":"\n