For the lack of a better term I am using “Mental Issue,” M.I. for short, as a blanket term to describe what we have and deal with on a daily basis. I want to use “Issue” because I don’t want to call it an “Illness.”

Illness, to me anyway, implies that it can be cured, it’s something that you caught and didn’t have before. It’s a part of us, it’s in our DNA, and it’s something we didn’t choose to have but something we live with on a daily basis.

When our M.I. kicks in it’s called “An Episode.” An Episode of what? Are we a sitcom or drama that people sit back and watch? While it may certainly feel this way for non M.I.s, for those of us going through said “episode” it feels more like a storm. Comes on with little to no warning. A lot of huffing and puffing, with loud crashes of thunder. For this reason I will refer to them as Storms and not “Episodes.”

By talking we can begin healing and understanding on both
sides. Ask questions and listen to the answers, don’t judge, don’t speak, just listen.



Friday, April 15, 2016

So I Cry


As the rain falls upon my head
I’m reminded of you.
I can see your face
I can smell your hair.
There’s nothing I can do about it and so I cry.

I can’t move
Letting the rain hide my tears.
Why did you leave?
Why did you go?
I know I can never have you back and so I cry.

The rain is so cold
But it does not help to numb the pain.
I stand here soak and wet
The rain stays, it won’t go away.
You loved the rain, and so I cry.

Another year has gone by.
I return back to this place.
I lay down your flowers
I kiss your headstone and turn to leave.
“I miss you my love,” and so I cry.

- Max M. Power
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