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.



Saturday, April 16, 2016

To Those Who Hear But Don't Listen


As kids we’re lead to believe,
You need a reason to be sad.
And we’re taught by society,
That it’s okay to make fun of,
Those who are.

I once asked,
“How do I explain depression,
To people who’ve NEVER experienced it?”

Just because you’re sad doesn’t mean you’re depressed.

Depression is the feeling of drowning,
While everyone around you,
Can clearly breathe.

Like walking down the street
And it suddenly decides to swallow you whole.

That nightmare of that dark creature
You never knew but were scared of.
THAT’S depression.

The coolness of a blade as it slices your skin,
Is what some people rely on
To take away the pain.

It causes physical pain,
But mentally,
It’s as if everything bad
Trickles away with every single
Drop of crimson.

Everything wrong and cruel
Fades away in that moment in time.

People don’t realize that it’s not
Cowardness that pushes
People toward suicide.
They are brave.

Knowing you’re leaving and never coming back.
Knowing you’re hurting those that care.
Knowing you’re doing this and won’t know what happens next.
Walking into this blindly and being able to push the fear away.

They aren’t cowards looking for a way out,
They are brave enough to move on.

As I was once wisely told,
“No one wants to die,
But everyone wants to go to heaven.”

- My Daughter

Secrets


I sit here
Silently,
Watching the people around me
Can’t you see
That they use me.

I sit here
Knowing too much
But everyone in this bunch
Doesn’t care.

I’m just a doll
Holding up this wall
The wall between sanity and craziness.

You know me
Can’t you see
I have a box full of secrets
Ready to die with me.

- My Daughter

Death


Death,
You take so long,
You scare so many
My old friend.

Death, I am not like others
I will not cower in your wake
My old friend.

Death,
I miss you,
Come to me,
For I will gladly,
Welcome you with open arms.
Death,
My old friend.

- My Daughter

You Understand


You have never understood before
It seems now you do.

We have so much in common
I have turned into a mini you.

It scares you
How I may turn out.

I scare you
As much as you scare me.

But I will learn
To cope with fate.

- My Daughter

Your Love


You make me cry
And want to leave,
I don’t get why you’re mad.

You ignore me
And get angry
For something
I do not control.

I don’t understand
What has changed
You seemed so angry.

I feel your love for me
Has gone.

Just know
I’m truly sorry
For what I cause.

- My Daughter

You've Caused


I have been diagnosed
With you.

You have caused me to much pain.
But people don’t understand
What you really are.

You’re cold and dark
Something that appears at random.
You love when we lose control.

To you I’m a toy,
Something you play with
Until I break.

- My Daughter

Pain, You Did This


Tears fall
Dreams fade away
Pain fills me
I wish this emotion
Will stay at bay.

My wish denied
Here on this day in fair May.

My life goes on,
People I know pass by
What have I done
Oh my, oh my.

I’m no longer in charge
What I do I can not control,
It all seems too much
The weight I carry is too large.

My life goes on
People I know pass by
What have I done,
Oh my, oh my.

I’m no longer myself,
Please leave,
For when I die,
You need not grieve.

I’m in a better place,
It’s all gone.

Oh I wish it were true,
Death my old friend.
Please come and relieve this ache.

- My Daughter

Fight


I will be heard
I will be free
From chains
That hold me…

No matter what
I will never give up.

You won’t win
Against me!

- My Daughter