Haven't been on in long long time. Things are worse for me.
Enclosed is my new poem. I know, I am no poet but this is how I am feeling.
The leech in me.
When I was born their was a tiny leech growing in my brain.
The leech began to rear its ugly self at the early age or 4
The feelings are worthless, shameless and self doubt
were beginning to grow.

How was I to know that this leech would become my enemy?
`In this life time I would begin to truly hate the Leech.

The teen years were ruff with same ol’ feelings but the leech was getting stronger and more powerful with each pasting year.
Soon I was married and now the leech had given me physical systems along with the mental.
There were days of worthless and helpless compounded by the terrible headaches.

All too soon the kids were grown and I was alone. The leech had come to its full glory. Consuming my life and making living truly harder with each pasting day. The feelings of failure, worthless and helpless were all too present.

Now I have lived most of my life and the leech is still around. I know how to beat him but it is so hard. He is with most days making it hard to function. How I wish, I could beat this demon I call the leech.

The leech is my on going fight with depression.