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#26
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mine is scary, looking like a knife went through my very heart of hearts, leaving my inner working hollow, leaving my mind reeling, leaving me hypomanic, misundertsood, anger that never gets expressed since I am a chameleon and just go along with the flow, and endless memories of the children I lost and bittersweet memories of them.
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Junerain when you said "I am a chameleon " that just hit home for me!!
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Today, my depression has taken a bit of a different shape.
Of course, this is common in my life because one day is white one day is black one minute I care and the next I do not. The shape of my depression today is that of a little girl...the skin on her face is all dried out from all the tears she has cried lately. |
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I can't find my paper =( grrrrr
I'll have to come up with how it is Right now instead I guess... a ball that is covered in shiny spikes and hooks that beat against me, a blood red haze surrounds it so no one else can usually see it. It goes 1/4 inch out of my skin to cover me and the ball, which is inside. It hides my pain most of the time, and yet is invisible to others except in moments of deepest despair. That is very different than the original I wrote, though I think the o.g. covered everything, maybe that's why. |
#30
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<font color="#008800">My feeling is that I started with a fog laden with rain; but now it is more like a bog. Thick, slimey, smelly, black mud that holds on to me and splatters with each dreary step. Like the swamps I recall in North Carolina I never know if my next step will be ankle deep or drop me into a deep void. </font>
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<font color="green"> Here is a poem I wrote about it recently:
Like a fog, heavy with rain, Depression surrounded me. And shackled to my pain Thought I could never be free. Then I stepped past its limits, And I’m standing in sunlight. Giddy with freedom’s delights Though weary from the fight Whatever comes tomorrow, I have today’s release. A chance to play and grow A time to breath in the peace. </font>
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