Creative Outlets and Healing

In lieu of all the media attention and social awareness regarding Mental Health, and anti-stigma, I have to say I am feeling beyond blessed to be living in this era of awareness, enlightenment, compassion, understanding, and awakening. Something on a news segment the other morning regarding this topic, triggered a flashback in me to younger days, where I was indeed struggling with something that I could not put a name to, something that I became so used to as my “normal” that I forgot all about it. And I had the luxury of forgetting all about it because I got through it, and I am amongst the fortunate. Now that there is such discussion, I can perhaps fit this into the category of “Mental Health.” Perhaps some of what I was feeling could now be called “depression”, anxiety”, and “despair”. Since I had no tangible reason to feel these things, that is to say nothing happened to me from an outside event to cause this, I didn’t think anyone could understand it, so I didn’t bother to try to discuss it. I had no outlet to process what I had been going through, except to write about it. The following is part of a collection at that time. It seems like the past me had written this for the future me, aka the present me, for another day.


 

Another Day

What have you learned, what have you taught
What have you spoken and what have you thought
How have you strengthened, how have you grown
How have you survived without being alone

Do you remember the time when you couldn't reach
your own reason to live though it lay at your feet,
and to open your eyes at the start of the day
was a wish that the angels would take you away
If your soul had a voice, oh, what it would say
Your insides, too big for your outsides
Your outsides won’t let them out
The excruciating transformation
of a whisper to a shout
Can take your breath and hold it hostage,
Take your time and rob it blind
Take your courage and devour it,
There's the door that leads out of your mind
And like a voice that no one's hearing,
Like a book that no one's read,
Like a verse that no one's hearing,
Like a word that no one's said
You exist inside of yourself
And you persist in spite of yourself
And the only road is a blinding maze
that leads to the gates of hell
What would it tell if your soul could speak,
Could it describe how you really feel
And would the understanding of another soul
make the intangible seem more real
It's a deal that you haven't agreed to
By a contract you haven't signed
And a merciless prank by the mischievous fates
has hid what you've struggled to find
How unkind to leave you alone
And how sublime to have yet survived
But what would it take to force you to make
a new reason to stay alive

Danger, like a golden invitation to a vacation
Stranger, darkness welcomes you into its open arms

Do you remember the time when you couldn't reach
your own reason to live though it lay at your feet?
And to close your eyes at the end of a day
was a prayer that the night-time would take you away
Your soul has a voice, now what does it say
Your insides, too big for your outsides
Your outsides won’t let them out
The excruciating transformation
of a whisper to a shout
Can take your turn and just untwist it,
take your wish and blow it away
Take your spirit and consume it,
This is the price that you've had to pay
But you've beaten a path to another day

Submitted to BestOfHealthcare.com by K.W., New Jersey­­

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