Oct 2024
'Depression is like a blanket'
I heard a poor soul say.
At the time,
I could not sympathize.
Not until I felt that blanket...
And it smothered me slowly.
Ever tighter. Ever heavier.
It was painful. It was exhausting.
I did not know what it was.
I did not know for months.
Not until those little white pills,
extended to me by a nuturing hand.
The blanket lifted!
I breathed again.
But the air was like ice,
burning through my dusty lungs.
I could feel again.
But my thoughts became deafening,
echoing in my tidy mind.
For a moment, I yearned to go back.
Depression, is like a blanket.
Can I survive the cold?
I heard a poor soul say.
At the time,
I could not sympathize.
Not until I felt that blanket...
And it smothered me slowly.
Ever tighter. Ever heavier.
It was painful. It was exhausting.
I did not know what it was.
I did not know for months.
Not until those little white pills,
extended to me by a nuturing hand.
The blanket lifted!
I breathed again.
But the air was like ice,
burning through my dusty lungs.
I could feel again.
But my thoughts became deafening,
echoing in my tidy mind.
For a moment, I yearned to go back.
Depression, is like a blanket.
Can I survive the cold?
I was just a kid when I heard this phrase 'Depression is like a blanket.' I thought that it was nonsense. I whole heartedly hope that you do too. But if not, well I hope that this piece makes you feel seen and heard and a little less crazy. You are not alone. We can shiver and shake together until our hands become stable once more.
