Heart wrenching Dagmar :-( it's hard to share it with people and the pressure of having to be somewhere when it's the last thing you want to do can make it all feel even worse than it already is :-(
Sending hugs xx
A sad piece from you, and your fight with the old demon, I'm sure some of us know very well.
I don't feel doctors really understand-hence the easy way with medication.
Mindfulness and meditation can be a positive step :)
Big hugs and warmth lady
Dagmar, a sad write but honest and open. It's never easy trying to deal with life when the medication you are on feels like your a continually swimming in the deep end. I'm sending strength and prayers-hugs my friend-
I feel disheartened when I read this poem. Like so many others, we can remember the time when we were once depressed. The hours long and formidable against the tide of what seems like an endless ocean, with no where to lay your head down and rest. All the while, you have to snap out of it and continue your day. It's a sad place I don't want to go to, yet it's a constant reminder that poems such as this, reveals the subtle testament to our will to overcome such terrible times. A reminder/poem worth reading that we may be humble and receiving that others are still swimming in that dark and terrible ocean.
And it's good to point out that it doesn't take you alot of words to convey such a dark place. This poem may seem simple, but it's brilliant in a way that makes people stop and realize such a dark place exists with flawless imagery.
Oh and I want to point out how powerful it is to mention the medication. For me, it's a reminder that the best solutions may not be good for the soul. In foster care, it seems that the quickest and best solution was to give foster kids medication. Ritalin, Adderall, Zyprexa, clonodine and fcuking zoloft. There were so much more, and I don't even want to get into the experimental drugs that were used in the 90s. I remember how terrible it was to see myself and others so messed up from the side effects of taking multiple drugs simultaneously. It seems if we acted out, the foster parents plead to get us on higher dosage and the damn doctors wouldn't hesitate to do so. I believe there were few who benefit from taking prescribed medications, but most of us never need it in the first place.
So for me, the medication part of your poem is endearing, but ultimately disheartening. I'm happy that such poems can bring back emotions I had to conquer so many years ago. Thank you again.