For some folks, summers are hard. That seasonal depression hits different when the weather is warm and there's nowhere to go (or it feels that way, at least). I'm grateful for my mental health and relieved that the monster OCD relapse that inspired this old haibun has long passed:
I used to think if I could just see the lake, I wouldn’t feel alone. From my eighteenth floor window, the despair nudges me closer to looking down.
this old feeling…
the ghosts I know
come home to haunt
"Lakeview, Chicago," copyright 2023 Amelia Cotter (first published in tinywords Issue 19.1, 2019)