Here is the confession. Since my accident and incidents therein,
Too often I fall into deep depression.
I know in cyberspace there are fellow humans of like mind,
sometimes we search for answers, but answers do not find.
There is nothing shameful about having depression you see,
It happens in this lifetime, next door and across the sea,
It happens to us all -to you, and even me.
We are human. We feel love, terror, and pain, trauma.
Depression can hit us all – depression is not drama!
I awoke this morning covered with sorrow like dense fog.
Unable to find the departure, chained like a wild dog.
“What is the purpose of life?” I thought. My life is changed forever, and not for better.
I had a pity party – a pitiful one – no one came.
It was only I, raging like I was waging a war against myself.
Then praying, while rather insane, I placed my mind upon a shelf.
At last I thought, I knew what to do. Divert my own attention to something else……and maybe you should too.
So I left the room I was working in, took a breath or two and dropped to my knees.
“Give me help dear Lord, I prayed, let my heart feel at peace, if you please.”
Here I lay in bed, with laptop resting on my legs.
Writing simple poetry, trying to turn a phrase.
If I dwell on my sorrow, and cry and whimper, I will to hell cross the line,
Then I won’t smile or have joy in this moment of time.
All we have is this moment to live,
I must turn my thoughts not to get, but to love and to give.
I lay here and realize I still can write.
I can see in the daytime, and find rest at night.
Within there is a flicker of my light that should shine for many reasons I know.
I will find a few to jostle my memory, and wrestle depression with strength just to show….
I can DO whatever I think I can! My sorrows are few compared to many a man.
I do not know how much I time I have left to look at my life – nor days to enjoy.
I want to be an example of faith and of love,
I will keep praying for power from that of above.
I AM better already, can you read and see? Like I would with a child who needs help,
I diverted my own attention, and the task set me free.
Change your thoughts, change your emotions.
Use your wits to climb from the pits.
You may think this a silly poem, and some might think it not a poem at all.
But by taking the time to write it I kept myself from a major fall!
Do not stumble, do not muddle your thoughts to far worse than it is!
Now what was the stress management technique I used?
Ah, yes,….this is a quiz!
Simple and easy what to do – divert your attention – and God will bless you!
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