When it hits.
Sometimes it guts me.
Depression sucks my life away.
All I can do
is let it ride out.
When it hits.
Sometimes it guts me.
Depression sucks my life away.
All I can do
is let it ride out.
I can handle this.
I know what to do.
Problems happen.
Solutions are there.
I just need the energy
to go through with them.
I thought I was doing okay.
Things were getting better.
Yet, I knew there were things I was avoiding.
Now, I have no choice.
I must deal with this problem
or I will keep getting more and more stressed.
Which anyone knows
is the quickest way for me to have depression surge.
This time, intrusive thoughts,
that do not belong in me, have started again.
The sun is shining.
It looks so inviting outside.
The snow is melting.
Until you step outside
and realize it is still friggin’ cold.
I love it
when I have it.
I hate it
when bills are due.
I despise it
when all I want is healthy meal
and not a bag of chips.
They bounce across the floor
as the taxidermist runs after them
so he can put them back where they belong.
My carpets do not allow me to do this.
I have no rugs
because I have laminate floors.
Hardwood is too expense
and difficult for me to maintain.
So instead I will merely use the euphuism
and ignore my other problems.
Some people love them.
Others hate them.
I do not have a bland palette
but when the spicy gets hot….
Though I am also
still trying to figure out
which ones work best with each other.
They give you pictures and drawings
when they are young.
Sometimes a prize from outside.
But the one thing
you can always count on
is whatever sickness
they have come down with.
Do not try to say
to them
that everything is fine.
Nothing is worse.
Do not try to brush off their diagnosis
or bereavement.
Acknowledge their feelings.
Be a friend.
Let them cry
or express their feelings.
Listen.
Sometimes
that is all that is needed.