Most read quote for me this week;
“Depression is real”.
The slope is steep;
Too much pain to feel,
Makes the heart feel weak.
Depression is suppression,
To bury the grief,
As we look to substance for relief.
It’s easier to be when the difficulties are buried underneath.
It’s easy to say,
But not easy to see;
That vulnerability can give us strength.
We will protect our wounds for certain.
We keep them down under,
As to feel others dismantles our comfort,
So to feel ourselves is projected as a burden.
Hurt people hurt people,
Because they won’t stop to feel the pain;
So hurt people become evil,
And justify the change.
This is how we throw ourselves a rope;
We forge a mental path,
Out of the hole surrounded by these steep slopes,
That draws a mental map,
Back to the breath from traumas aftermath.
This map is a signal to the brain,
Reminding that you are okay;
When your mind is convinced otherwise,
So your nervous system can regulate.
Allowing peace to increase.
Noticing where you are,
Slowing down to touch the scars,
And contemplate the stars;
Can be extremely hard.
Especially when we feel alone,
And feeling lonely steals our sense of home.
Suicide in the back of the mind,
Struggling with life,
in an internal fight.
That no one understands.
That we are not okay.
We don’t know how to feel that way,
Our lives feel like they’ve strayed,
From a sense of service.
Many are barely surviving,
Our hearts and souls depriving.
To be alive,
And feel like dying,
Because we find we no longer feel alive.
Stuck in between a hard space within an even harder place to be.
We bargain to be free,
After we deny what’s happening,
Depression makes three,
Of the five stages of grief;
Then anger takes the stage right before relief,
While acceptance is the key to peace.
This process is natural,
Because so is pain and loss.
It’s life’s collateral,
For to live and love,
There is a cost.
This is difficult to trust,
For what follows loss is immense pain,
And so the courage to love,
Is an act of pure faith.