My Battle with my mental health....
Mental health, two words that do not sit side by side.
I fight you each and every day. Sometimes you win, most times I lose.
A struggle to rise from pit or quarter.
Weighed down with purpose and expectation.
False confidence a mask I wear so well.
That non can see what's behind its dark veil.
Ambivalent and non plus, two words that tell,
This days story, of my own living hell.
But non can hurt so as this cape of anger.
That wraps around me, then all self control is lost.
Sickness you say, well a sickness it is.
No pill, no liquid will quench its blood lust.
Unlike the church bell that rings to signal events.
Mental illness attacks with no warning nor sound.
But Tomorrow may not be such a bad day....
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P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (
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Seems like it is so scary you are holding back a bit, from unleashing that anger. Hope it helps to write. Medication can help if you find the right doctor hugs.
If I didn't hold back
I would probably be
Sectioned..
Thank you Augustus
Mental health is an issue
Not many will discus
Though through the
Grace of god etc...
Hold back in the poem about the anger.
Good write, tomorrow will be a better day.
Thank you GF60
... You've left me nearly unable to write.
Only thing I can offer is my writing I post,
If we are all one
The demons we fight
No matter if age
Will one day
Take flight
If not, we can
Leave our children
Without the ones we do.
Hope that makes sense, thanks for your write.
Thank you DJJABS
That makes perfect sense
And beautiful also..
Inspired by you
Created by me
Music has helped me deal with childhood ptsd, I think they would say. All I know is listing, writing and now in the last few years try to play has help me.
3 years ago someone played me a song by medicine for the people, called "Aloha ke Akua" the words in this truly resonated with me (as did your writing)
I've always lived by my word and ones that inspire me, when I got snapped out of my hip hop (that gives my front to do my job) something changed.
A slow process but depression and other such things never go away, we just find better tools for training demons that like to play in our heads.
Sorry if I've gone, don't give up the search my friend.
Thank you
Brother from another mother
We see each other
In a very crowded room
No words spoken
Only WE see the gloom
It's talons are sharp
It tears into my skin
Doesn't want my day
To ever begin.....
If you get a moment
Please read my poem
"I was"
" born, raped, lost, reborn "
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