I didn’t know…a poem

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Meredith Gibraltar writes two poems about depression.  The last one for her book Abigail.  Cheers!

I didn’t know.
I know I have other problems.
But depression on top of everything else?
I didn’t know.
There were signs though.
Putting off things every day and not getting them done.
A low feeling when I absolutely had to do them.
A constant tiredness.
That became my mantra.
I am tired.  I am tired.  I am tired.
How to move forward?
One day at a time.
Knowing is half the battle.
Baby steps.  Small steps.
But always forward.
Now, I know.
I suffer from depression.


How do I explain it?
A constant tiredness.
A constant low.
A putting off of everything.
Unless it has to be done.
A putting off of everything.
Sometimes even of getting out of bed.
My pets help.
I feel I have to take care of them.
Sometimes that’s what pulls me out of my thoughts.
My pets need me.
They need to be fed.
They need exercise.
My family needs me.
But not like my pets.
My pets help with my depression.
Thank God for my pets!


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