I believe that as writers we must address issues that are sensitive otherwise, we are not writing. To avoid is to conceal, and to write is to liberate. The issue of clinical depression has long been in my family. Recently, I have watched it ravage my mother's core as she sees the man-- my father-- she has been married to for 50 years slowly nearing his last days. The stress and strain that his impending ending puts on her is unbearable at times to witness. I just want to leave this little writing as a means to address the issue:
When in Depression
(Contained), as in a
cubicle, even in the open air.
Roofed, squared, seemingly
extant within the mind’s
intangible dilemmas. Exas-
perated, like from every
common cold;
yet, somehow– colder.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
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it's an excruciating to see your loved ones go through it and i admire you for being able to put it down in words.....
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