DEPRESSION IS NOT A DIRTY WORD
I look across this vast ocean
This sea of storms and heavy rain
Here I’m trapped with no escape
While the waves crash down upon my pain
I cannot tell which way is clear
I cannot surface, can’t find air
I cannot breathe, I’m suffocating
Drowning in a black pool of despair
Have you ever been sad enough
To make your stomach feel sick?
So lonely that you want to die
And you pray to God it’s quick
That’s what it’s like, here in this place
With my stomach always churning grief
My soul is broken, my heart is torn
Stolen by some violent thief
I need to find where I belong
Then maybe, maybe I will feel sane
And maybe there I’ll find a smile
To break this opaque window pane
But I don’t know where this place is
Does it really even exist?
I’m so far gone, three times removed
Is there any point for me to persist?
I know how this sounds to everyone else
You who judge and sit on your horse
But you don't know the sorrow I feel
You cannot know it’s muddy course
Unless you’ve been here at least once
You do not have the right to judge
And even if you’ve been here before
You know you must not hold a grudge
You cannot blame a soul for dying
You cannot blame a heart for bleeding
You cannot blame the one who cries
You cannot blame the mind receding
There is a stigma attached
To the face named depression
That the people who wear it
Should just change their expression
But it is never that simple
And it will not ever be
So these people wander aimlessly
Searching for hope they will never see
If you know someone stuck in this curse
Do not let your judgement near
Instead try lending them a hand
And help them through the maze of fear
Depression is not a dirty word
It is not looking for attention
It just needs a tender touch
Don’t hurt it with your apprehension
It is not something make believe
The monster is not under the bed
This monster is indeed quite real
It lives and breathes inside the head
Do not avoid it, seek it out
Show it that there’s another way
It should not have to hide in shame
Thinking that life is always grey
There is a light at the tunnel’s end
If people drop discrimination
And reach right through that solid wall
With love and without hesitation
By: Me (Chanelle J)
15th Oct 2016
©CJ
For all my fellow soldiers struggling in this seemingly endless war - I love you, I stand with you & I fight with you. You are not alone. Know that. You. Are. Not. Alone.
May God bless you & keep you safe.
Chan xxx