"mdd" poems
You're not going to let it win
You are not going to let it destroy you
You are going to find control
You're going to accomplish what you plan
It's going to be left as a ship wreck
And be compared to your successes
You are going to do this
You are going to get through this
I'm not going to let it win
I am not going to let it destroy me
I am going to find control
I'm going to accomplish what I plan
It's going to be left as a ship wreck
And be compared to my successes
I am going to do this
I am going to get through this
I'm not going to let MDD win
I am not going to let MDD destroy me
I am going to take its control
I'm not going to let MDD stop me from accomplishing what I have planned
My MDD is going to be left as a ship wreck
And be compared to my achieved successes
I am going to do this and beat MDD
I am going to get through MDD's disturbances
And I will not let it prevent me from living
I suffer from Maladaptive Daydreaming Disorder
It pushes me around
Kills my hopes and dreams
And contributes to my wish of never being born
But maybe I can try
If I put my head into a good perspective
To gain the control
Back into my life
Why should we have to suffer?
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
BPNOS
EDNOS
PTSD
MDD
OCD
I am each
And
All of these
Cursed
But
Blessed
They
Make
Me,
Me
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
BPAD
And
MDD
And
GAD
And
ADD
And
PTSD
And you wonder why I call my brain
Alphabet soup?
So many things
Going on in my head
And while I am astonished
That you love my insanity,
I am even more bewildered,
That you've somehow
Come across the parts of me
That are sane.
And I struggle from time to time
Finding bits and pieces
Of sanity
And putting it back together,
But you help
With casting light on those parts
More than you could ever know.
And I feel like
My chest is too tight
And like
My throat is closing
And like
I need to rip my heart out,
It's beating too fast.
But even on my worst days,
You still find ways to show
That you love me,
And I could never be more grateful
To you--
For holding me through anxiety attacks,
For wiping away tears,
For making me smile
When I forget that I can.
I know you hate when I thank you
For things you think you're supposed to do,
But no one before you
Wanted to.
And no,
Love can't heal my disorders.
But it sure does help me
Along the way.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
i think
im kinda sad.
mdd
they called it
i think
its kinda complicated.
the simplicity.
it's just sadness.
but it's not.
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC