Frida Kahlo Diego Rivera

Not even a poem.

A suicide note I wrote years back in the early days of high school. No further comments.

This is only a portion of a rather lengthy poem I wrote while undergoing therapy. My therapist suggested I write down my struggles to better identify them. Depression has always weighed heavy in my life, but it was while attending this therapy that we discovered how much music was affecting my depression. This poem explains the different kinds of effects music had on my depression, and ultimately on my life. I also hope to shed light on the truth of depression and how it can often times feel like a toxic relationship you can not get out of.
This is the last of the poem. I encourage anyone struggling with mental illness to seek help. You may not be able to entirely destroy some of the factors of your depression (I, for example, am intensely affected by music. But I also am a musician, so eliminating music from my life all together is unrealistic), BUT you can learn to live with it. Like any other ***** when it is sick, the brain is treatable. Seek help when needed, and end the mental illness stigma.

This is only a portion of a rather lengthy poem I wrote while undergoing therapy. My therapist suggested I write down my struggles to better identify them. Depression has always weighed heavy in my life, but it was while attending this therapy that we discovered how much music was affecting my depression. This poem explains the different kinds of effects music had on my depression, and ultimately on my life. I also hope to shed light on the truth of depression and how it can often times feel like a toxic relationship you can not get out of.

This is only a portion of a rather lengthy poem I wrote while undergoing therapy. My therapist suggested I write down my struggles to better identify them. Depression has always weighed heavy in my life, but it was while attending this therapy that we discovered how much music was affecting my depression. This poem explains the different kinds of effects music had on my depression, and ultimately on my life. I also hope to shed light on the truth of depression and how it can often times feel like a toxic relationship you can not get out of.

This is only a portion of a rather lengthy poem I wrote while undergoing therapy. My therapist suggested I write down my struggles to better identify them. Depression has always weighed heavy in my life, but it was while attending this therapy that we discovered how much music was affecting my depression. This poem explains the different kinds of effects music had on my depression, and ultimately on my life. I also hope to shed light on the truth of depression and how it can often times feel like a toxic relationship you can not get out of.

That **** alarm clock.

Before freaking out or being disturbed by the context of this poem, I'd like to give some back story. I was rummaging through  my room and came across this poem. The date at the top of the paper seemed significantly familiar. I then realized that this poem was written the day before I was admitted into mental health care. It's hard to recall or even to comprehend what may have been going through my mind at the time. It's clear, however, that I was in a completely unhealthy state of mind and was a threat to myself and possibly  (without the intense care I received) to others. I am no where near 100% these days, and I'm not sure I ever will be. But I am also no where near the state of mind I was at the time this poem was written. I'm not suicidal and am considered mentally  stable. I'm so thankful for the help I received despite how painful it was. Thank you Dr. Walker, Dr. Weisman, and the legacy of Patch Adams.