As a writer, I think a
lot about the world around me, and how society plays a role in how the outside
world views mental health. I have dealt
with depression and bipolar for so long though ive been stable for years, and I
continue on that road of living a life of mental stability. I want to challenge
each of you to rise above the ashes of what you see your life to be. You there;
Don’t just sit in the cell and be a prisoner of your illness if you need help
reach out your hand if you have a story to tell which we all do, speak out. don’t
sit in silence, not for one minute longer, because the longer we sit in silence
the longer it will take for the stigma
that surrounds mental health to fall to the way side.
Yes were only one person you say, but one
person can make a change, especially if a lot of us stand up and speak out to
the world around us. You see I’m doing my part, don’t say, I m not a good
writer, tell what you know, what you know is what you’ve been through, no one has
felt your feelings the way you do, or gone through it exactly like you have. Do
not say you cannot speak, speak to your friends, your coworkers, your family,
anyone who will take the time to listen to a story of a life, your life that matters,
your life which is worth fighting for!
The words of a poem
are coming to me….
“Words”
My heart bleeds my tears, for all the lost,
the lost and forgotten years, years that I let fall to the wayside, because I did
not speak, I could not find my voice, I did
not believe that I could. I had to search, deep within myself to pull out my
courage, my dreams that I thought were long gone. My words were written as
scars that I wore, words that I tired to speak, but just could not find that
strength I needed to step out of that prisoner cell, four walls that enveloped me
for so long, walls that kept me safe from the outside world, there was no bridge to cross.
I had felt every loss. yes at times I felt
like I was at the end of my rope; I didn’t just want to tie a knot, I wanted to
let go and just find that release, but something
deep inside started to stir my heart., deep down I knew I had the strength of a
lion, yet had lost my will to be brave, I could not make a sound, for each word
fell on deaf ears. Night after night, the tears fell from my eyelids, but each
time i cried I found the strength to get up once more. I wanted to hid away,
but something told me to stay put, to take my stand, to lift my head, and as I did
I finally found my voice once again and the words I longed to speak flooded my
lips once more! The end~
So my friends,
DEPRESSION does not need to hold you hostage, its not a death sentence, and
your not weak, in fact your some of the strongest people I know so find your
voice and speak the words that are in your heart because your story is not finished yet!
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