Usually I fight you with tooth and nail.
Often I speak of how much I despise you.

But sometimes I curl into your cold arms
and cry, and seek comfort from you,
my lifelong companion.

For you were there
and you always will be
when I ask for your embrace.


10 thoughts on “Depression:

  1. I really enjoyed this, though short, it conveys a major message about depression and the fact that many find comfort in their sadness. As someone who suffers from depression, I know how it is to feel like it is such a part of you that when I actually am happy, something feels wrong. Thanks for writing. Keep it up.

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  2. Hi Kari. It is always good to write how you feel, as it is a release, rather than holding everything inside yourself. I enjoy reading what you write, because then I know a little bit of what is going on, and how you are feeling at times.
    I know that you realize that depression is not a friend, even though it may seem to offer comfort at times. And that is a big plus on your side that you know this.
    Depression is always ready to pretend to comfort you of course, because as it gives a false comfort, it controls you. It attempts to control your mind and your body, and prevent you from living up to your potential, and bring a blessing to many people.
    Kari, please don’t allow your false friend, depression, control you. You have too much to offer to give in, and not be the lady you are meant to be. You can stand strong Kari. Don’t be afraid to reach out and seek help. Continue to be willing to talk. You are a fantabulous young lady, with a terrific future ahead of you, that I am looking forward to reading about in the future. Kari, God and I care. God’s Blessings.

    • Thank you George. I have been realizing how powerful it is for me lately to put my feelings into words, to transform these really difficult emotions into poems. I am glad that it helps you to maybe gain insight about what I or others might be experiencing…
      I do understand that depression is a false comfort and it is certainly something that I am trying to move away from. At times I feel that I have a love/hate relationship with my depression. The way I feel can be unbearable, but I sometimes feel that it defines me.
      I am feeling better now than when I posted this poem, having glimpses of hope again… It is always coming and going.
      Thanks again for commenting and reading. It means a lot that you care. 🙂

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