Something different today to mark the half-way mark of a week of anonymous mental health stories. I’ve found myself becoming very reflective, and have started writing poetry (I know!) to describe feelings and help me understand what’s going on. I’m not quite ready to share any of mine yet, but here’s one a friend sent me seeking to define what it was they were battling.
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This is a poem I wrote some years ago when I was in the throes of depression. It wasn’t until recently that I was actually diagnosed as suffering from actual mental health issues, and so at the time it was just me railing against this unknown, anonymous dark force which was besieging me. It’s written as a war cry, an attack on the ‘black dog’, the dark cloud of depression. The way I see it, as soon as you put a face to a foe you make it real, and this was my subconscious way of launching an assault.
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