(A poem about living with depression)
Each day when I wake in the morning
The Dread’s lying there by my side
With its arms wrapped tightly around me
Squeezing all of my air from inside
The Dread looks at my day laid before me
And whispers that I’ll never cope
Its heavy fingers slide round my throat
My breath’s shallow, I feel I could choke
The Dread brings up all of my old mistakes
Reminisces about each time I’ve failed
Reminds me of all opportunities missed
Sucks the wind from out of my sails
It urges me never to take a risk
But to stay where it’s easy and safe
Tells me that I’ll never cope with a change
That I should just stay in one place
At mealtimes The Dread holds both of my wrists
Stops me lifting the Food to my lips
Takes the flavour away from all that I eat
Wrings my stomach in its vice-like grip
In the mirror, it leers over my shoulder
And mocks that I’m ugly and fat
Whispers to me that I should be ashamed
To have features as grotesque as that
But listen here Dread, there’s one thing you should know
I’m afraid that you don’t have me beat
I’m stronger than you give me credit for
This fight won’t end in my defeat
So each morning I’ll fight a fresh battle
To banish The Dread from my day
But I’ll never give up or surrender
Until I finally can send it away
My name is Rob and I’m aware of all the wonderful work that you do and know that you have helped several of my friends over the years.
I have had struggles with my mental health over the years and part of this has been a lot of issues with food and eating.
I love to write poetry in my spare time and recently decided to write something about my experiences in this area.
I thought it might be useful to share my experiences in the hope that it might help someone else who uses your wonderful service.
I strongly believe that talking about mental health issues is the best way to banish the stigma that surrounds them.
I hope you like the poem.
Keep up the great work.