Yes, there is a monster under the bed
that is not afraid
to come out in the daytime
that is not afraid
to follow you, cling to you,
living in the space between your body
and your shadow.
it needs very little
but wants everything
and has stolen so much from me:
weddings, birthday parties, road trips,
stories to tell my kids, smiling,
talking,
experiencing joy.
When you check for it
it does not hide.
Enjoying it's spoils;
what it has pillaged and raped,
it grins.
And you can do nothing but sleep
and hope that it is gone when you wake.
Mental health and awareness is never fun to talk about. There's a stigma around it. I wish it wasn't this way but even I've refrained from basically ever publishing anything to do with it or talk about it. It's sounds emo and wimpy and my pride doesn't want you to know that I can be that weak. But when I'm not healthy I need to be able to tell people. And we (people, the church, society) need to be able to talk about it. And learn how to love people that are dealing with it.
Mental health and awareness is never fun to talk about. There's a stigma around it. I wish it wasn't this way but even I've refrained from basically ever publishing anything to do with it or talk about it. It's sounds emo and wimpy and my pride doesn't want you to know that I can be that weak. But when I'm not healthy I need to be able to tell people. And we (people, the church, society) need to be able to talk about it. And learn how to love people that are dealing with it.
