Poetry reflecting life's journey
Recovery of depression, reflected within inspiring and uplifting verse
To many people names are important, especially their own.
Psychiatric labels are frightening, as there is a public percepetion of what they mean.
When I was first ill I was told I had post-natal depression, to be honest that is considered seen as being an acceptable illness but when I was re-diagnosed with manic depression/bipolar depression, the reactions from all concerned was different including myself.
As far as I was concerned I was not going to have a mental illness.
GOD’S VOICE IN MY HEAD
God is talking to me again
In my head
He assures me it is true
It is he.
However, it is also a symptom
Of my illness
I want to believe him
But as the meds take hold
The voice gets weaker
Surely I say
Boldly even perhaps
That if you are God
You will still be able to speak
Through the haze of drugs
I want to believe
I will always hear his voice
But I wonder if this is too
Much to ask.
What If......
WORDS JUST WORDS
IF mental illness did not exist, what would I be,
A prophet, my words heartily eaten by those around,
A mystic, an air of mystery surrounding all I say and do.
A sage, wise beyond my years expelling snippets of wisdom with each breath.
However, manic depression is my label from today’s society.
