Gray

The insomnia came in cloud covered fragments with its mother, Depression. As silent and pallid as she, her hand clasped tightly to her, as if two gray spirits that moored in a silvered sorrowful tide.

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Susan Mills

Date: 10/20/2023 11:36:00 AM

I get insomnia. Insomnia is the worst. Yes, depression is it's companion. Wish not.

Regina Elliott
Date: 10/22/2023 5:55:00 AM

I feel people who have chronic insomnia should be permitted to go on disability. My well wishes to you.

Howard Kerr

Date: 10/19/2023 12:37:00 AM

Regina, A sympathetic portrayal of a crippling condition. Another heartfelt creation on your part. I’m absolutely delighted to hear of your winning award on The Academy Of The Heart and Mind website. An ensemble of evergreen encores await and deservedly so Take very good care Howard

Regina Elliott
Date: 10/22/2023 5:56:00 AM

Thank you, Howard, from my grateful heart.

Michael Maul

Date: 10/17/2023 7:06:00 AM

Excellent piece of writing

Regina Elliott
Date: 10/17/2023 4:54:00 PM

Thank you so much, Michael. Warmest regards.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 10/16/2023 4:06:00 PM

Great description…a hard time, many suffer.

Regina Elliott
Date: 10/16/2023 4:55:00 PM

Thank you, Kim. This is one of the most common forms of mental illness. You are correct in saying many suffer from it. ~