Depression is crippling. It is far from beautiful. Depression is tear stained sheets. It's puffy faces and red swollen eyes. It's not leaving bed. It's not eating, or eating too much. It's not taking care of yourself the way you need to. It's neglecting the most important human in your life. Yourself. This poem is about the struggle people have with Depression. The little things are the biggest accomplishments. This is, I got out of bed today.
I got out of bed today.
I got out of bed today
Instead of lying there with tears flooding my eyes.
I got out of bed today.
Instead of curling under the blanket hiding from day light.
I got out of bed today.
I took on the world around me instead of wallowing in it.
I got out of bed today.
A new energy surrounding me.
I got out of bed today.
I had found reasons to smile.
I got out of bed today.
I no longer felt crippled and captured to the safety within my lonesomeness.
I got out of bed today.
I did all the things, I never thought I'd do again.
I smiled. I laughed. I conquered.
But most importantly,
I got out of bed today.