Depression Poem

Poem About Helping Someone With Depression

Menopausal depression is real. In one of our darker moments, I read some poems, and they gave me strength to write something that makes me cry. It's very personal, as most of the postings are, but I thought I'd share it.
As I was writing the poem I started to think of my early life and the possibility that I had had depression, and towards the end I realized that perhaps I had, and also that my wife had a predisposition towards depression and this was something we should tell our children about.

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Remember Our Daughters


Published by Family Friend Poems November 2014 with permission of the author.

I have often been thin. Not skinny or scat
I'm not overly large... I hate the word fat.
I'm 50 years young, full of vim and vigour,
And this menopause, it's taking some figure.

Low self-esteem invites depression, it seems,
Which differs from depression that brings low self-esteem.
The two of them together is quite the mix
And is causing me problems I'm trying to fix.

When depression sneaks up there's no time to prepare.
You just hit a trigger and then there's despair.
One more rabbit hole that you've just tumbled down.
It's dark and it's deep and it's way underground.

And when you remember you've left people behind,
There's no light in the tunnel; you can't see, you're blind.
You can't tell where you've fallen, how far or how fast,
But I'm holding a rope; it's attached to your past.

Your past and my future inexplicably bound
Held onto the earth by the love that we found.
The pain and the suffering that you're going through.
The hell and the torment that we've got to do.

Feelings you can't feel but I know they're there,
And when you get better I know we can share.
Know when I saw you it was love at first sight,
And it's grown a little every day and every night.

A morning routine of walking and training
Can make so much difference, but not when it's raining.
It rains in my heart like it does on the roof
And now you're not eating; you know that's the truth.

We'll go to the gym, we'll eat, we'll get well,
And then comes a trigger and you're back in hell.
You look for an exit or someplace to hide,
But I know you're lucky cause you've got a guide.

Someone who's been in the depths of despair,
Who knows the way in and can pull up a chair
Someone who's able to lead you to shore,
Returning the favour of more years and more.

I know that we'll beat this, when it's all said.
We know it's important to get out of bed
But after you're up, well...let's check out the dial.
Let's keep our pjs on until there's a smile.

There are lotions and potions and things you can do.
There are old wives tales and mindfulness too.
There are many things working for others, it seems,
But don't let them get in the way of your dreams.

There's a message to be told and we mustn't balk.
Remember to chat and remember to talk.
Our daughters are going to get to this gate.
We need to prepare them and it's getting late...

I love you


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