"Reading the Dictionary"
Episode: "Closure"
I read the apology to my shattered self, and I began to smile. I smiled as I read the ppromiseto myself that I wouldn't run away or shun the hurting me. The me that felt like was slowly dying with eyes wide open. I will not ignore her pain and shame her for it.
I found myself in that spot again. These last few weeks, maybe even months. I was there again. Deeply and unfamiliarly. And.
I.
Did.
NOT.
ABANDON.
ME.
I strapped my boots on.
Held on.
And carried me out.
I had the depressed me; I had her back.
Held her, and we worked our way out.
That way, we wouldn't stay in darkness for so long.
That way, I can continue to live my life.
I'm happy I kept that vow.
I need to continue keeping it.
Again and again.
Each time a depressive episode returns,
I'll have to support myself through.
With the help of my friends and family.
Because they help pull me through.
They strap onto, prepared to help heal me while I'm fighting.
They console and tend to my hurt heart and sore mind.
Reminding of my significance.
Remembering and applying all that my therapist taught me.
I can continue to pull through.
Each and every time.
Go V.
Go me.
Go off.
Lil mama, go off.
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Finding Joy
PoesíaI never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".
