This poem is how it feels to fight mental illness all your life, like I have. Depression is real and this is how it feels.
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Teresa Lynn Jeffris
I suffer from depression. It’s connected to my childhood, which wasn’t very good.
Suzanne
I’m sorry to hear that Teresa. Sending you hugs my friend.
Amanda
This poem is exactly what I was saying to my husband the other day. Throughout our 17 year relationship he has had bouts of depression and I truly feel for him. I know how much it sucks and at the same time I am so glad he feels what I feel way more than I would like. I told him that I am able to manage my anxiety and depression but it is always there, just waiting. Waiting to explode as it does from time to time. Thankfully my anxiety is much more of a regular when compared to my depression. However, I often wonder, if I checked into a mental hospital, would they be shocked that I have been able to cope at my level for as long as I have? That’s how I feel. Thank you for sharing your poem.
Suzanne
Thank you for sharing Amanda. I am so sorry that you also have to go through the same thing I do. Personally, I think it is great that you are able cope! I think just like with so many things it is about balance, and not letting your illness “win”. I appreciate you reading and commenting! Don’t be a stranger!