Can we remove fear’s power over us?

Fears easily win

When I lose faith that there is 

A pathway forward

It seems that the quickest path to despair is giving up on finding a way forwards. That there are solutions to problems. Perhaps even that there’s any sort of solution. Sometimes, it’s easy to get so enmeshed into the details any problem that even obvious solutions become elusive. 

It’s critical that we challenge that mindset. That we refuse to believe in that self-talk. We’d just believe in growth, in learning, in the path forward through the darkness. 

I find reminding myself that other folks have gotten through similar challenges helps greatly. Knowing I’m not alone gives me peace, which feeds my strength. 

Daily Haiku: Awoke By My Fears

Awoke by my fears
Not an unusual thing
Though I’ve grown weary 


I’ve long hated my mind’s tendency to torment me late at night. Bringing up ancient mistakes, dragging forth unlikely scenarios, so many ways my mind finds to attack my tranquility. 

Another meditation about depression 

Depression

Dismantling me

From the inside out

The Freshman Suicide

A freshman committed
Suicide 
Died last night,
I hear the wail
Of robbed potential,
The silent home
A room, empty,
Where homework 
Should be studied,
Driving lessons 
Rehashed,
Proms planned, 
Eventually weddings, childbirth 
Joyful transition 
Parent
To grandparent,
Planning OUR funerals,
Not of a child. 
Funerals for children 
Brutal
Life is fragile. 

Depression’s Brutality 

Feeling failure
As i lack
The adoration
Of millions

Since i don’t
Possess a legacy
Where the future
Will study my relics,
A sense of reverence
Seeking proximity
To my memory

Savaged by my mind

My savage mind 

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I Hate Depression 

I hate depression 

It crushes us from within 

With its brutal lies 

Thoughts on Depression

Crushing joy killers
Destroying what’s beautiful
Lurking deep within

The Potential of Weeds

Perhaps the weeds
Are in their season
And with loving care
Will sprout flowers
Too beautiful to believe
As they’re rooted in
The soil of your
Soul

Migraine’s Doom

The pain
   Is all
     That I
    Am