Constantly

A heart-achingly lovely visual poem about depression. The woman attempts to engage in self-care: sleeping, yoga, eating, getting dressed, and leaving her apartment, but shadowy hands sabotage her at every step; disrupting her sleep, pulling at her during yoga, knock over her blender, fell her wardrobe, distort time, and when she tries to leave push her into bed.

Depression does these things; it makes the simplest things difficult, it makes one isolate.