I am unhappy, Surrounded by confusion, Misery, Despair, Ugliness, Hatred, Hopelessness. Yet another question to ask. Yet another decision to make. This was an attempt put down on paper what I felt about being labelled mentally ill. Two foot high.
Emotion rules No space for reason All team sports Are out of season.
This next poem was a simple response to seemingly endless medication problems and a reflection of my own increasing distrust of anti-depressant medication. But the scale of this disease Is measured, above all, in prescriptions. Helen L.P I suffer from depression with moodswings. I find that writing down my thoughts when I become really low helps reduce most of the tension. Here is one of my many poems.