Every day, a cycle

My mind is blank,

wandering, and floating.

Uninspired, uninterested,

a sloth in my own home.

Guilt.

It sinks in.

Tears trickling

down my cheeks.

Sober up.

Breathe. Move.

Productive.

Tired. Rest.

In the evening,

lying in bed,

intrusive thoughts

drown me once again.

Drowsiness

creeps in.

"Good night darling, I love you."

"Good night mom, I love you."

Content. Sleep.

Repeat.