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March 13, 2025
Zoloft by bohurtpotato
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Suggested by DelightfulDolphin
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Literature Text
I plant flowers
on the sertraline ashes
of my Alexandrian Library
red and yellow and green
one for each year lost
in grey fog
I can no longer
feel in words
may I at least
weep in colours.
Literature
Depression
𝐷𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑑.
𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒,
𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡.
𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑚 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦,
𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡,
𝐼𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑙.
𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛,
𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒.
𝐷𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒.
𝐼𝑡𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑚.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑚 𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔,
"𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝!"
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠.
𝑁𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠,
𝑀𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠.
𝑁𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑚.
𝐴𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒,
𝐼 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑.
𝐼 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑥 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑚𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑚.
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑.
𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑢𝑔,
𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦,
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡.
𝐴𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖 𝑓𝑖𝑥 𝑖𝑡.
𝐴𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛.
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑.
𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛,
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠,
𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑜 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦.
𝐼𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑒,
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡.
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟.
𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑,
𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙,
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑂𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑.
Literature
Ephemera
The dream drifts away,
relinquished to the chill morning air
and carried aloft by the gentle smells of breakfast.
The final fleeting images fall from my eyes like scales,
leaving only the vague impressions
of kind words,
and the slightest smile
(which I find myself wearing
as my feet touch the floor).
Soon there will be nothing left of my ephemera
except the ache in my chest
and the three words I offer to the universe;
I miss you.
Literature
Memory
12
On the clock
A car
Passes by my window
Speakers like a heartbeat
I’ve been thinking
A lot about you lately and it’s
Your face I find
In the small woods
Your voice fading long
How long
In the small woods
I’m losing you through
The holes in my fingers
Water down
Losing shape
(Fading long fading long)
Remind me
Again
How I tried
The clock on the wall
Taps its time against
The time
And I’ve been thinking
Too much
And it’s
Funny
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Just one year of Zoloft made me lose around 50% of my vocabulary and give me cognitive damage I've never recovered from, despite years having passed since me being medicated. I'm losing hope I will ever be back to who I was before.
© 2025 - 2026 bohurtpotato
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Sorry to hear that. I cannot live with out my zoloft, I don't suffer like I used to and I never want to be without it! This is written beautifully, congrats on your DD!