Dear Diary, 1/9/2014
So it’s been a long time since I last talked to you. I feel a lot happier than what I usually am. I built up the courage and told my friends and family about my depression. I'm having my first appointment with my psychologist tomorrow, I admit I’m a bundle of nerves. Will she or he be nice? Will it all work out? Will I have depression anymore? I don’t know what to expect really.
I was going through my literature book and I found a poem that I wrote at the start of the year when my depression was really bad, the poem goes like this:
"Red Rose"
The darkness encases the moon,
Frozen ground,
Dark skies.
The bright diamonds in the sky;
Shine like a flickering flame,
Uncertainty.
The dark clouds swirl around,
Creating snow.
The winter breeze pushes the leaves;
The trees are left bare.
The once beautiful roses
Wilt under pressure.
All colour and light are lost;
All except one:
Red rose.
I didn’t know I could write a poem like this, I guess I shouldn’t doubt myself like this. I want to strive to be that one red rose that survives in the harsh weather and adversity. I believe everyone in the world should choose to be that red rose and conquer whether it be a fear, a mental illness or problem, or just a bad day. We can all be happy with or without these it’s whether you are ready fully on the outside and in your mind.
Bye for now Charley.
