Reflecting on Depression: A Saga Sprinkled With Some Mediocre Poetry
May 24, 2019
I have been dealing with clinical depression since the second grade, but after losing one of closest friends, Brooklyn Short, at the beginning of freshman year, my struggle with mental illness took a drastic turn for the worse. I lost all medication, and the classes I already struggled with became impossible. My life fell further and further from what I thought it was supposed to look like. As I struggled with suicidal ideation and self-harm, I found my solace in literature. Reading and writing, especially poetry, helped me to express how I was feeling. It became an escape from my dark reality. Junior year hit me hard, but after partial hospitalization at Prairie Care, I slowly began to improve. I learned skills there that changed the way I dealt with my emotions and communicated with my support network.
As a senior, reflecting on the poetry I wrote is an emotional experience to say the least. I don’t like thinking about the place I was in, but I’m not gonna lie, I don’t think what I wrote is half bad. So I figured I’d share it. In my experience, hearing other people’s stories has been astronomically helpful. I’m reminded that I’m not alone, that there is hope. So enjoy some blurbs from my past.
Alabaster white
No vibrance. Nothing real. Just
a silent white box
Dead men tell no tales
If they did, what would they say?
“You won’t regret it”.
I never asked for
anything but an escape.
Not the way it works.
I am surrounded
Black static embraces me.
It won’t go away
It shrinks up your lips
It stings like dust in your throat
Spit while you still can
process or topic.
clockwise or counterclockwise.
sorry, no fidgets
The clock ticks. Humming
Semicircle window frame
Too numb to think straight