To the loners trying to pull themselves up by the slipper straps
Depression’s gravity weighing heavy on your lap
Inertia another brick in the wall
Anxiety a bouncer keeping you at the threshold
Nerves in dorsal mode
Hormones accumulating in allostatic load
The culture says hustle
The clock says too late
Insecure attachment and social anxiety aren’t the best of mates
Isolation increasing sensitivity of pain
Still we keep trying
Again and again