I got in, can you believe it.
I was late, maybe an hour or twelve, after the first month you stop counting, stop noticing, like so many things now time is just one of them. Sometimes it’s in the small things, a glass dropping water into a disappearing puddle, or a splash of bright yellow upon white walls, one second there and the next gone, irrelevant imaginary mirages.
Envelops your mind,
everything clouds over.
Sit here, incommunicable,
arms hugging nothing, remnants of something, flicker on a screen.
When you have depression, you feel more alone than you ever have before. You ask all the questions in a conversation, so no one has the chance to ask how you are.
Embrace your light, don’t ignore your dark. Overcome adversities,
don’t neglect them.
As a campaigner for mental health, when I talk with others advocates about ending the stigma, it always comes back to starting conversations.
A step by step guide to lifting the ‘dark cloud’ and pursuing mental balance by someone still learning the ropes.