D is for depression:
If you think you might be depressed,
the bravest thing you can do is seek help.
The only shame would be to miss out on life.
Talk to your doctor.
Find a thearpist you can,
trust and relate to.
Confide in your friends.
Exercise.
Eat healthily.
Rest. Meditate.
Don't self medicate.
Always remember,
this too shall pass.
This too shall pass.
This too shall pass.
This too shall pass.
- The Alphabet of the human heart: By James Kerr and Matthew Johnstone.
**
And so it goes. I'm getting up each morning, as I should, after an imaginary few hours of sleep. Imaginary because they are non-existent of few and fair between. The hours where I should be sleeping I think and write and read. I gain more knowledge in those small and dead hours than I do in daylight; when I should be thinking.
I am finding it hard to get out of bed. All my joints are aching and my heart is heavy. My mind too. I don't need medication or a doctor, I need a friend and a hug and someone who will listen without begging to criticise. I need a sense of purpose and I need hope. Right now I have none.
Mattew Johnstone &James Kerr once mentioned in their book The alphabet of the human heart that Hope is like a rope, it can pull you out of a hole. However, they failed to mention that one can also chose to hang oneself with said rope. Even if that rope is a representative of hope, what if they have chosen to ignore the hope that had let them down so often?
Its okay. Never mind. I can't get two words out without thinking myself silly or saying sorry. Sorry for existing. Sorry for breathing. Wrong order.
I feel insignificant.
Joe, Alex & Sarah; if you ever read this, you never make me feel insignificant.
If you think you might be depressed,
the bravest thing you can do is seek help.
The only shame would be to miss out on life.
Talk to your doctor.
Find a thearpist you can,
trust and relate to.
Confide in your friends.
Exercise.
Eat healthily.
Rest. Meditate.
Don't self medicate.
Always remember,
this too shall pass.
This too shall pass.
This too shall pass.
This too shall pass.
- The Alphabet of the human heart: By James Kerr and Matthew Johnstone.
**
And so it goes. I'm getting up each morning, as I should, after an imaginary few hours of sleep. Imaginary because they are non-existent of few and fair between. The hours where I should be sleeping I think and write and read. I gain more knowledge in those small and dead hours than I do in daylight; when I should be thinking.
I am finding it hard to get out of bed. All my joints are aching and my heart is heavy. My mind too. I don't need medication or a doctor, I need a friend and a hug and someone who will listen without begging to criticise. I need a sense of purpose and I need hope. Right now I have none.
Mattew Johnstone &James Kerr once mentioned in their book The alphabet of the human heart that Hope is like a rope, it can pull you out of a hole. However, they failed to mention that one can also chose to hang oneself with said rope. Even if that rope is a representative of hope, what if they have chosen to ignore the hope that had let them down so often?
Its okay. Never mind. I can't get two words out without thinking myself silly or saying sorry. Sorry for existing. Sorry for breathing. Wrong order.
I feel insignificant.
Joe, Alex & Sarah; if you ever read this, you never make me feel insignificant.
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