growing up
my mother used to tell me
during her more lucid moments
of motherhood
that people who lie often
lie enough that they believe themselves
and I used to think that wasn't true
like
how could that be possible
when surely
we all live in the same reality?
but the older I get
the more I realize
she was right
and maybe in that strange way
she knew herself
the way we all eventually understand ourselves
YOU ARE READING
happy pill
PoésieThis poetry collection chronicles my journey with depression, anxiety, and healing. I hope you get something out of it.
