At present, this beast is tamed and I look forward to challenges. Each day part me worries of its return and only time will answer this question. An optimistically realist answer would be; it will likely return at some point, but by being better equipped, this beast's head can be severed sooner than later before its devouring of me begins in earnest.
I also know I am not suffering now and have not suffered for some time when I am able to put thoughts into words, so the below really should read was.
Those who have experienced depression know of its soul sapping ability. Those who have not, be thankful. Only when the mist has burned off can one see and feel the extremity of delusions this illness produces.
This post seeks not to encourage, nor discourage the stigma of mental illness. Personally, I have no qualms about discussing it for it has made me what I am -- freakin' awesome ;)
My view is that just as inappropriate as I believe it to be when someone (who has what I regard as an unhealthy attitude towards mental health) proceeds to tell me to pull myself together, is that it's just as inappropriate for me to tell someone how they should think. All I say is that I would welcome with open arms someone who wanted to understand more about psychological illness, as much as I hope someone would try to understand/accept me during times of difficulty.
It's cloudy today,
The sun is shining outside.
I'm cold,
Yet it's a lovely warm day,
All the plants and flowers, dead,
A garden in full bloom,
My favourite film is on TV today,
It's a shame there's nothing on,
My beloved music collection,
Not one song I like,
My own mind,
Mine,
Turning on itself,
Scaring its owner,
Victim, or criminal,
Who am I?
I'm one very scared little boy.
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