Don´t Allow Depression To Be Your Voice
I remember how it was back then, and not so long ago.,
I loved our life so much , back then, Why can´t I let it go?,
My brain is understanding, the NOW is all that matters,
"Today" is where we live our lives,not in pasts that shattered.
Yet , however much....My sense.. It knows....
My heart will not let go.
My brain, it knows the "now" can shape whatever´s in the future,
Yet , what is that to me?. My interests don´t lie there.
My mind and heart do no planning.
Imagery of joys ahead never fill my mind.
My mind and heart are in that place,
That life I left behind.
Sometimes, I am too hard upon myself,Depression can take over,
And covers all my thoughts while I feel I am nought.
When depression does the talking, my thoughts become a twisted truth,
My memories askew.
I look at beauty in the mountains and the forests,
Yet beauty is not the thing I see,
It´s not the Atlantic Ocean, so it holds no beauty there for me.
This is depression talking, I should remember this,
My mind--- it knows the beauty is there,
My mind-- it knows my daughter is near,
Depression says......It´s not enough, I need to go back home.,
Depression doesn´t see the joy of love from one long , loyal, marriage.
When depression speaks... the woods are bare...there´s no fresh air,
Only smog and grey despair., lonely streets with fear at every corner,
All this is only when depression speaks.
Who would not love a daughter close and helpful,?
Who cannot see the beauty of the forests?
The mountains and the lakes, people come from miles to visit.
Yes , only when depression speaks, ........
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It´s time I silenced this great enemy. Not let depression do the talking for me.,
My mind.... It does know better...If I fight with all my might,
Then soon the smog gives way to light.
And I shall see beauty all around me.
Be grateful for a husband who truly loves me,
One step at a time, depression must be buried, buried deep.,
Dig the deepest hole...bury it and stomp it down.
Then look up to the stars at night, wish or pray
That joy prevails and gratitude for life..
However hard the struggle, I cannot afford to let depression speak,
I have to fight , see goodness, beauty as endless sights.
See through the smog to mountains fair, and lakes so blue
And freshened air with bluebirds singing,,let me be singing too.
Comments
AUTHORSo glad you had a good morning.
Peace and love coming right back at you, dear friend.
or so are you, my wonderful friend, for me.
lake erie time canada 9:54am I just spent a most wonderful half hour over on the beach this morning with my cat Mister Gabriel and it is a glorious spring day?? in the first few days of December - mild, beautiful sun and no wind - one of the best mornings of the year and I am glad I caught it - so I sat with my coffee and wrote my new one - Morning breath - peace be with you and happiness always and of course good health
- AUTHOR
What wonderful comment. , Colin. it was like a letter or a full E.Mail.
Sorry you´ve been ill, yes depression is definately an illnes.
Keep taking the tablets and stroking the cats.
You are a rock for me.
- AUTHOR
Thank you, bellawritter23.
A special thanks for the smiles.
Depression what a emotional behavior that can destroy and sabotage our lives within seconds. One must learn that everything is temporary and it will pass. We tend to soak in our trials that are meant to make us victors not victims. Great topic great write horrible behavior.
Smiles
Bella
...well my beautiful friend I have so much enjoyed your inspiring posts on our Facebook wall as of late and yes this very provocative piece of writing from you as moved me and touched as you may not know - but I will tell you - I have suffered from anxiety as far back now as the spring, perhaps longer than that, but I took measures into my own hands and asked the doctor for an anti-anxiety to go along with my blood pressure and now as of almost a month and half ago I am now on an anti-depressant pill as well. I believe I may be suffering from situational depression at times by living on the poverty level and without a family in life (well I have my cats and wonderful people like you at the Hub of course) and it was all getting to be a bit much - but it's amazing what the proper medication can do and a dialogue with a good doctor. Now I never cry - the plumbing has been shut off completely - kind of ironic because I like to cry during a movie or to music - now I can't even if I tried - lol - luckily my creativity and my writer's mind has not suffered - in fact I even feel sharper on that side of the brain. So that's my story and now you can see why I was inspired by your writing here - but then again I am always inspired by your writing - not to mention your once in a lifetime friendship - sending you warm wishes and good energy from lake erie time ontario canada 6:48pm and it feels like spring right now on this Sunday evening when it really should be more like winter - rain instead of snow.
And how have you been keeping and what is the weather like for you?
hugs from Colin, and Tiffy and Gabriel
- AUTHOR
I was trying to explain, that everything looks different through the eyes of a depressed person. A friend of mine, saw "no point in anything...." That was depression talking. If she had not been depressed , she would not have felt that way.
Sounds like you have a real fight with yourself, inside your own mind.
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