Hi! This is Introverted Pyralid, where stories are real; they can be yours.
We all have stories. Though not everything is told, some may come in pictures and fragments of thoughts. In any way we all have something to share. Hoping to connect with many of you amazing individuals in the coming seasons this section will be called Post-O-Graph.
Depression is Like…
I don’t want to sleep.
For those who are in the actual battle
Those who know, know.
Those who are in the actual battle know. They know they need help and they know they need to overcome. They know their battle and they will know victory when it happens.
They have been in the worst times so they know when they see the path to recovery when it comes; They never give up and they would not waste a streak of energy left of them just to have a moment of “better times”. The people close to them can choose if they want to be a part of the help when they find it.
Those who have been in the actual battle knows more than just mere words. There are times depression occurs with no words to express it at all.
Fragments of thoughts
This fragmented poem are just scribbles of my own experience. They just might be silly thoughts for you.
These are just words to show NOT what depression really is; but just what depression is like. One thing comes for sure: depression is not “me.”
In these fragments of thoughts one can see into an episode which translates to an untold journey of how depression can affect someone. It is actually in these fragments of thoughts of the individual with depression, when the experience is a reality and the struggle happens daily.
Many still have doubts if depression is an illness. When the worse happens and the news surprised us by people taking their own life; and depression is equated with the act of suicide; worst is the act equated the person’s life. There was no chance to see that once, these people battled with their thoughts and they lived with a fight.
Often, those who want to understand friends or loved ones with depression searched for specific, detailed account of an experience so they can fully grasp and be able to give help. But it is in these fragmented thoughts where people miss the obvious and avoid paying their attention.
These words cannot really tell what depression looks like for everyone; they can relate to what depression is like for someone.
When one can relate, it opens a stream of hope and and a willing ear to better hear and understand one’s battle with depression. Help happens when finally a moment is lend to give up one’s thoughts of what a mental illness is or is not; depression is not just taking one’s own life or exaggerated sadness. We learn to accept that when someone describes what depression is like, we then know that depression is not that person.
Hoping to have various pieces from different lives of people, this collection will be titled “Post-O-Graph”. Found on the Art & Poetry section of this blog, different forms of artistic expressions would be featured.