Depressed

Janelle.

“Thank you,” I muttered to Adil as he took off his jacket and draped it around my shoulder, we were sitting side by side on the balcony, with our glass of drink staring into a distance.

Silence filled the air, everyone preoccupied with their thoughts, I gently raised the cup to my lips and took a sip from it.

“You know, Janelle,” Adil began, his voice calm and tentative,

“Most times everyone thinks you’ve got your life all together, planned, figured out and going good, but in reality you’re almost just a mess,” he muttered, I slowly turned to look at him, he slightly bent his head backwards and took a sip from his glass.

“Yeah,” I whispered

“All the time,” He slowly turned to me, our gaze locked and it remained that way.

“Just struggling, barely holding up but you still just have to show up every single day,” I continued in a whisper.

“You barely have any time for yourself, It’s tiring but you literally have no choice!” He raised his glass to his lips and drowned all of his