Nothing to Lose

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Most people experience depression at some point in their life. If you have not, count yourself to be one of the fortunate ones.  I remember how it felt years ago when depression was a part of our life.  With life spiraling out of control you feel no one cares. At that point the feeling of nothing to lose sets in.  If left unchecked it could lead to a variety of sad outcomes. With the help of some good counselors, we made it through those dark times. Finding help is so important. Without seeking help, we see people going to deadly extremes. The poem below discusses how a depressed and disillusioned person might feel.

The cry of a lost soul echoes in silence;
An inaudible scream for help unheard;
Shame fills the mind of the hurting…
Who would want to hear my tale?
Who would believe me if they did?
Pressures of the day drift across my mind;
Demands push emotions to the limit;
Voices in my head seem to call for action;
Delusions play like virtual reality before my eyes.
Defense mechanisms kick in to bring relief.
No one is aware of my pain // no one seems to care;
Those voices in my head keep calling for attention.
What can I do to quiet their incessant nagging?
Everyone is closing in on me… I can’t take it any more;
I must do something to stop them.
I have nothing to lose // the end is near;
What else can I do…

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Are You Really There?

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When life begins to implode on you, it is tempting to begin questioning everything you believed. When prayers are not answered and God seems absent, it really sends you for a loop! This is what happened to me many years ago.  In time, all worked out and life got back on track. It was during this time that I wrote this poem.
My God… MY God… Why Have I Forsaken You?
“I will never leave you nor forsake you”
This promise I had learned
Then my God why am I forsaking you
Are you really there?
Is there method to all the madness
or are you just a good feeling
that comes and goes
to those who wish it so
You seem so far away
Too distant to hear my cry
Too removed to feel my pain
Answers don’t come life goes on
mixed with tragedy trouble and heartache
I have lost all hope
My life sits on the edge there’s no one here for me
No one to share the pain
Still I pray…
Are you really there?

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Photo Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, HA asked to write a confessional poem that revealed something of ourselves that we may or may not normally have written. I wrote this poem many years ago when, at mid-life, I went through a time when everything in my life seemed to be falling apart!

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Freedom

 

There is much talk in the news about Anthony Bordaine taking his own life. The power of depression is such a great weight on a person’s life. The feeling of helplessness, lack of self-worth, and desperation makes death look like the only way to be free from the pain.

Sadly, many people choose the “…Nothing left to lose”, route. Celebrities, victims of abuse, and soldiers suffering from PTSD take their own lives. Even everyday people who find work and the stress of life overwhelming, sometimes choose this as their only option.

Treatment and support from others is another option. There is light at the end of the tunnel. The most important way to get help is to share with those who will understand. Family, friends, or a church group can walk with you. If you suffer from depression remember you are not alone. Reach out and get the help you need and find the freedom to live a long healthy life. I know this to be true. I have been there myself!

 

Nothing left to lose

Depression gnaws at your mind

Desperate thoughts of suicide

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Dark night of the soul

Freedom comes in sharing pain

You are not alone

 

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Bjorn at d’verse asked us to write a Haibun about some aspect of freedom. I choose to look at freedom from the mental health perspective.

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