It’s 3 am.
I wake up to the monotonous sound of the fan. An unpleasant feeling starts to claw its way out of my chest and I begin to understand why they call this time of the day ‘the witching hour’.
Perhaps because here, in the quiet, we get to sit side by side with the unknown. That feeling of being sad, anxious, drained and lost for no apparent reason. Or maybe we simply just can’t pinpoint.
Many times I have put my heart out only to end up more dejected. You see, when you have all the reasons to be happy, people think you can’t feel otherwise. When you do, they ask you why. As if I am not as equally frustrated finding out the reason myself.
Somebody once told me that perhaps I’m being ungrateful. I have caring friends and family. A stable job. A pile of books. A passion in writing and exploring the outdoors. I have found love and life. So why would I not be okay?
I look to my left hoping that the bare wall knows the answer. It does not. An hour has passed yet there is still a clamor in my head. I want to go out for a long walk. But I fear they might burn me like they did to witches.
August 6, 2019 at 4:44 am
This is such a true depiction of the depressed mind. I send you love and hugs, my dear Maria 💜
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August 7, 2019 at 4:08 pm
Awweee.. thank you, dearie! Happy to see you back here in WP. 😍😍
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August 6, 2019 at 8:24 am
i thought the “witching hour” was midnight.
its a misconception about with burning.
i can only hope this feeling passes quickly and im sending you positive vibes your way.
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August 7, 2019 at 4:15 pm
From what I know most sensed presences are common between midnight and 4 a.m.. As for the general misconception, I guess it’s not entirely true though many were executed during the witch hysteria in the earlier days.
Thanks for the positive vibes, buddy! You too. 🙂
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