I return at last;
Been a long time coming.
I knew I would.
I knew I would.
It was a matter of when,
not a matter of if.
And here I am.
Here I am.
You thought you could keep me
out of this place.
Well, you were wrong.
You were wrong.
You doubted my resolve:
Said I couldn’t do it.
Well fuck you,
you ignorant fool.
Because here I am
Here I am.
Today. I will be strong. I will be happy.
Everything in life is possible because of our experiences. I have been weak – down on my knees begging for help. I have been sad, hopeless, unable to help myself. But I have survived. And because of that adversity, I stand strong.
I’ve been having a hard time lately. I have most definitely not been strong; I have generally not been happy. I will admit that to you all today. But what I have been is supported. I am eternally thankful that when I am not able to support myself, others in my life are able and willing to catch me before I hit the ground; they help me see when I am blind. While lost at sea, they help steer my ship in the right direction; opening my eyes to faint light in the distance calling me to safety.
Nobody is able to carry another without reprieve. We all take turns supporting one another, through our good times and our dark times. We help each other see what has been lost from sight. We help each other steer toward the light.
Firstly, there is no right or wrong answer to this question. People will take stances on both sides. I, too, have my stance on this matter. Which you’ll hear more about in a second. It is important to understand that each person will find his or her peace of mind in different ways.
Your Peace of Mind…Does your depression define who you are?Have you let it control all aspects of your life? If you answered “yes” to either of these questions, or even paused to think about it, you aren’t alone. So many of us have felt that sense of dread, just from thinking of walking out your front door. You know that you shouldn’t, but you do. And you resent yourself for it.
When posed with this question, most people will instinctively (and often defensively) answer with a resounding “NO”. But then they spend the next 12 hours really thinking about it, ruminating over the notion that maybe it could be true. And that, alone, perpetuates the cycle…again. The internet is littered with articles about you are not defined by your illness, whether it be anxiety, depression, bipolar disorder, or cancer. You are you, you are not your illness.
But…do you believe that?(more…)
The skies will blacken, the waves will pound against the boat. The shoreline will seem an eternity away. Continue to focus on the light in the harbor. Steer towards the light, it will bring you safely to shore.
The darkest night begins to yield
To a fresh auburn haze.
The morning sky whispers a subtle radiance –
Welcoming the once-forgotten dawn.
So long I’ve been wandering, alone in Winter’s sorrow,
Desperately drifting through this empty maze –
Seeking sweet refuge in an elusive shoreline;
Hopelessly begging to wake from this nightmare.
Contemplating whether or not, at the core of my being, lies an omni-present demon, lurking in the shadows. I believe…I KNOW…that he continues to lurk, but that he will not dictate my life. I am proud of who I am. Yes, I am proudly singing the story of me.
For peace of mind to be a piece of me,
A piece of me I must give.
To truly find serenity,
Means my life will be mine to live.
But to ignore a part of what makes me, me:
To wholly tell me tale.
Showing only acts one and three
But in act two is the big unveil.