Tag Archives: Depression

Happiness Isn’t One Size Fits All

I walk with purpose, with mission. I plaster on a smile for the passing people. I fulfill the requirement for polite response when others feel the need to speak in my direction. I put on a fabulous show. You wouldn’t … Continue reading

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The Sad Mommy

                                        The Sad Mommy “Mommy, what will make you happy?” Asked my newly four-year old, only a day into his new … Continue reading

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Anxiety and My Nighttime Brain

I lay down and my heartbeat increases as the thoughts begin to tumble uncontrollably. Like the balls in that spinning cage, at a bingo hall, each waiting to be plucked and used to torture me in the late night hours. … Continue reading

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Self made prison

Self made prison –  (poem) Cement, brick. Cement, brick. I build the walls thick. My solitude, My fortress, Brick by brick. I dig the mote, Fill the walls with ammo, And surround it in land mines. Too many times I’ve … Continue reading

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When did I arrive?

I’m not waiting for luggage, I’ve lugged that on my back since birth – adding a new case with every transgression placed on me. At the same time, I’m not going anywhere; even my future knows I’m not coming. I’m … Continue reading

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My box

(Poem – depression) My box. Label marked depression. A home I wasn’t born in, But was forced to live in. I had no choice in the matter. It was never who I was, But it defined me. Beaten into submission. … Continue reading

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Struggling the Monster

There’s a monster that sits within me. Hidden deep beneath my soul. It slowly eats away at me, Through fits of jealousy. Some call him greed. He’s selfish and mean. And he sits deep within me. He plays mind games … Continue reading

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