I wondered what the world would be like without rainbows. I think it would be very boring. But some people are afraid of rainbows. So this poem is about what happened to the rainbows. And how they came back. Because one thing I know, rainbows always come back.
I express what happens in my world through my writing. This poem about intrusive memories is one of the ways I can share what happens to me.
Depression is different for each person. For scientists to study and treat depression, first, it must be defined. What exactly is depression?
What is this? Is a poem that came about as I wondered what it be like to be unbroken. To somehow go back in time before I was shattered.
Medication provides a way to calm the storm so that you can batten down the hatches. I know this, yet here I am, outside during a storm trying to keep all my shit from flying away.
This is a poem I wrote that I didn’t set out to write. I realized in a lot of survivors creative outlets (poems, writings, visual arts) darkness always represents depression. There is a reason for that.
Choice. It’s a word that packs a lot of power. When I have choices, I feel better about myself and the world around me. The ability to choose the people in my life is no different. I want to be around people who celebrate me.
I realized recently that my family was abusively dysfunctional. Growing up, I only recall thinking something wasn’t right within my family. But, then, years of therapy, sobriety, and a lot of hard work, and I think, wow, that was really bad. Followed by, holy shit, how did I survive?
I have been in prison. I didn’t make the prison, my abusers did, but I have kept myself in that prison long after either person has been in my life.
Seeing a moment of clarity and knowing you can walk down a different path. And in that moment when greet change with the right amount of skepticism and hope. And that hope overrides the skepticism and prepares you for the hard work ahead.