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Open your eyes I pray you can see Remember my name you gave it to me Tell me you're here I want to believe Just once in this life I'd like a reprieve Tell me today you know that I'm here The sense of this loss is growing too near I never have known such a ravenous fear When you tell me you see thing...
- Mon Apr 08, 2019 3:03 pm
- Forum: New Member Introductions
- Topic: Why do people think I’m acting when I’m depressed. Am I right or wrong?
- Replies: 7
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I've always thought it's hard for people without clinical depression to understand, more so than other conditions because everybody experiences s type of depression at some time in their life and so I think they tend to compare their experiences with clinical depression which as you know is very dif...
You struck a chord with me because you sound a LOT like me...down to the citalopram...Except my husband does want children and I have the same fears of being an unfit mother because of my mental illness. I wish I could give you advice but I'm pretty much in the same boat and have a lot of the same q...
Blue reminds me of my childhood It's the color of me running along the shoreline barefoot The color of jumping into clear water on a hot day It's also the color of the chips of paint I peel from the bench at lunchtime as I sit alone It's the color of the bruise under my eye that I try to conceal wit...
- Fri Mar 29, 2019 6:19 pm
- Forum: Art Work
- Topic: Theory of Ladders (a poem of sorts)
- Replies: 2
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We all fall into our own wells Most people have ladders Most people are born with those ladders and no matter how rickety they are or how far the climb at least if you have a ladder you know it's possible to reach the top Our wells get deeper as the years go by Each of life's trials and tribulations...