Posted 3/24/2011 1:58 AM (GMT 0)
I have Ulcerative Colitis, which I now believe to be an "effect" from my anxiety/depression swings over the course of these last 30 years, and I belong to the UC discussion and have posted here before. I am not a "diagnosed" depressive, or bi-polar, but i know alot about myself. I need to get on with getting help again, I have not insurance though. Can you believe it? I am a nurse and work per diem and do not have health care coverage in this great Country of ours?...sad...anyway, I just felt like writing some things down. Something about writing is therapeutic, and yet some things I write down scare the $%LL out of me!! Feel free to respond, good or bad....
The familiar
That comforts me,
Tortures me,
Pursues until I drop,
Crippled with a blue blackness,
Elated with the feelings that I loath,
And cannot seem to live without,
Crippled and frozen,
Heart full of lesions,
No reason to feel this,
Life is good,
I feel like a parrot,
Not even sure I believe it
Who loves life and longs for death?
I can’t look at me, only my reflection
Without context,
I crave sobriety and love its sweet intoxication,
Yet I hang with my faithful friend, or enemy, it’s hard to tell…
I am empty and know that I am full,
I can’t release this paradoxical state,
I am a prisoner and yet hold the key,
God be merciful to me,
And HE has been
-dB