I remember when I was lost in depression and self-loathing,
how alone I felt.
Even when I was surrounded by people, who I loved and loved me, I felt disconnected and numb.
This poem is a small message to all of you who felt and feel this way that you are not alone.
No suggestions or advice. Often the friends and strangers that helped me the most when I was really lost in myself were the ones who drew near and were just with me.
A silent loving presence means a lot when you feel numb to life. A simple tender touch might not break through the walls of depression in the moment, but I remember those warm touches in hind sight.
Loving presence were subtle lamp posts that guided me out of the darkness of depression, resentments, self-pity, and hate.
All I have are these words as totems of a loving presence given to me by others that reminded me that I am not alone. A gentle touch, a silent smile, or just hearing the breath of a loved one sitting quietly next to you.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC
I remember when I was lost in depression and self-loathing,
how alone I felt.
Even when I was surrounded by people, who I loved and loved me, I felt disconnected and numb.
This poem is a small message to all of you who felt and feel this way that you are not alone.
No suggestions or advice. Often the friends and strangers that helped me the most when I was really lost in myself were the ones who drew near and were just with me.
A silent loving presence means a lot when you feel numb to life. A simple tender touch might not break through the walls of depression in the moment, but I remember those warm touches in hind sight.
Loving presence were subtle lamp posts that guided me out of the darkness of depression, resentments, self-pity, and hate.
All I have are these words as totems of a loving presence given to me by others that reminded me that I am not alone. A gentle touch, a silent smile, or just hearing the breath of a loved one sitting quietly next to you.
