Apr 2016
somedays I sit
on the edge of sanity
feet dangling in a ocean
of the deepest black water
somedays I stand on the edge
of reality
willing myself not to leap
into the clouds of depression
that float by
somedays I lie in bed
whispering the mantra
circling in my head
I am not here, I am not here,
I am not here....
on the edge of sanity
feet dangling in a ocean
of the deepest black water
somedays I stand on the edge
of reality
willing myself not to leap
into the clouds of depression
that float by
somedays I lie in bed
whispering the mantra
circling in my head
I am not here, I am not here,
I am not here....
As some who has battled depression, I consider myself to be in recovery....and that means acknowledging ...that somedays are bad, sone are good and some are downright terrible..
But most are good ...if I choose to see the goodness... even the smallest bit of goodness
But most are good ...if I choose to see the goodness... even the smallest bit of goodness
