Completely unironically
4 years after my depression hit
and when I was deep into my
{ recovery }
Suddenly people started noticing
and asking me what was wrong
and if I was okay
and suddenly telling me that I'd changed.
{ The truth is }
It hit the day
12 became my number.
It didn't creep in; it didn't come slow...
It just hit...and it hit hard.
Suddenly
all my dreams became just that -
dreams.
Suddenly
all my friends became so valuable that
I depended on them for everything
and they let me down; one by one.
Suddenly
getting good grades seemed like
the only option
for the outcome of a good life.
Suddenly
all my lists and all my plans
became insignificant pieces of paper hanging on a wall
that would never be used.
Suddenly
I became...blank
and every moment seemed like the last time
a moment would mean something.
Suddenly
I had no idea who I was
or who I wanted to be.
Suddenly
I couldn't write anymore,
I couldn't sing,
I couldn't see...past the empty field in my head.
I was expecting
pain and sadness and anger -
but I got nothing...not a single thing.
There are 5 stages of grief
and I hadn't even experienced one.
Suddenly
all I could do was
wait.
{ 2022 }
YOU ARE READING
Alive
PoetryIt is an ugly beast to have to have to tame. Sometimes the easier thing to do instead of learning to tame the beast, is to learn to understand it and move with it. It's a roller-coaster of pain and anger and confusion, but once in a while, it's Aliv...