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I Am A Sponge

I am a sponge. I absorb feelings. When people are really happy I can fly into a hypomanic state. It just feels so good and after feeling so depressed all the time it is a release. It is like the pressure of the world is lifted from my shoulders. Smiling, though foreign, is easy once again.

But sponges, when not wet, dry. They become brittle and, in a way, delicate. I shrivel when my environment is toxic. When others fight or are snappy with each other I try to make myself small. I want to disappear. I don’t want to be there to witness whatever foul thing is going on. This is when depression sets in because I feel like the entire world is as fucked up as the way the life I am living is. It sucks.

Don’t be a sponge. Live in the middle. Realize that it doesn’t have to be one way or the other. You muss not be wet or dry, you can be a little damp.

I Am A Sponge

Elaina J. Martin

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Martin, E. (2017). I Am A Sponge. Psych Central. Retrieved on July 14, 2020, from


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