Depression is like a sludge that permeates the brain.
It burrows in and makes you feel out of touch,
With hollow eyes and a soul with no pain.
You pray for better days,
Only to feel like you are on a one-way train.
You’ve been here before and will feel it again.
Take medication, therapy, even meditate,
Only to feel trapped in time,
Feeling no gain.
Loving all your articles on mental health. It is a topic we need more discussion around in the chronic illness community and the world in general. Thank you for linking this poem up at Fibro Friday and for your continued support there to raise Fibromyalgia Awareness.
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That’s good to know.