I received this poem via email today. It was written by a a woman named V.Huckeby. The writer thought many of us feel this way when we are depressed.
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Midnight
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It's almost midnight once again
As I sit here all alone.
Sleep eludes me-hours pass
I'm weary to the bone.
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Depression has it's grip on me
It holds me in it's spell.
It weaves a web of purest silk
I'm trapped inside it's cell.
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I smile, nod and laugh a bit,
I let no one inside
This prison built around my heart,
I feel the need to hide.
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I'm fine, I'm doing great! I say
When questioned how I feel.
I fear that they would turn away
In disgust at what is real.
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A cold, the flu, or other things
Make sense to most I know.
But illness of the mental kind
They'd rather you not show.
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I'm embarrassed and ashamed
Of this weakness I possess.
For depression leaves me too afraid
To trust, I must confess.
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I'm afraid that you won't like me
I'm afraid that you will leave.
When you come to realize
That I'm not who I claim to be.
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I'm not strong with strength of mountains
I'm not confident and sure.
Deep inside I'm hurt and wounded
Looking always for a cure.
Midnight-Living with Depression
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Seven
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RedhorseWoman
How very true.
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waiting
Ah, yes, but there is another side to the coin - and it's our choice to turn the damn thing over.
I think that's the hardest choice to make - flip the coin to the other side. Take the chance on being ok, perhaps content, perhaps even happy.
Depression is not a bottomless pit. Look at Red - could have not been here. But, she flipped the coin, and rides her horses in the open woods.
But it takes a first step. And then setting life in motion again. Whatever it takes, friends, therapy, medications, the net - whatever.
Nine out of ten doctors agree that one out of ten doctors is an idiot. Jay Leno
Finding a good therapist usually takes 3 tries, according to statistics. Worth the search.
I was in analysis. I was suicidal. I would have killed myself but my analyst was a strict Freudian and if you kill yourself they make you pay for the sessions you miss. Woody Allen
And humor helps......
waiting
Edited by - waiting on 25 August 2000 3:59:16