Travelling with Depression
Posted by outingdepression
6th May 2013

Ive written as alianco back in oct 2011 where I signposted my website. It had been off line for a year or so. Its back up and running and i'd like to warmly invite you to

The website tells of my journey from the beginnings of IT (the name i give to depressional symptoms), where i'm confused and travelling through rough sea,to moving on through seas of hope and to my eventually reaching acceptance and calmer shores.

I hope you will visit my website and let me know what you think via this blog or on the blackdogtribe. Thank-you for reading

Love and Light to all you fellow travellers

Ive included poem number 3 below:

POEM 3/52

The Born One-IT-

Left home at 18, I cry my first night alone
With no one familiar around me or the love that I have known
I’m here to grow up
Start a profession
Earn my keep
Learn to discern new friends and authority
Who I am and what makes my own heart weep

Life becomes a party, holidays in the sun
Learn to drink and flirt and debate and have sex with my number 1
But then one day IT comes
Can’t stop crying
Don’t know why
I feel unhappy and unsettled
Feel a breakdown breezing by

I want to be back with the comfort of Mum and Dad and ‘home’
Need to feel cocooned, protected, feel safe, and not alone
Can not explain the feelings
What bought IT on?
Why’s IT here? Why now?
But being quiet, reflective and creative
Seems to ease the furrowed brow

Mum brings love and flowers, Dad brings hugs and tea
I spend two weeks in a room making rag dolls for charity
Nothing asked, discussed or questioned
I would be unable to explain
But friends and family acknowledge
That something must have been to blame
Perhaps the studying?
The partying?
The lack of good sleep and good diet?
But looking back I realize that
The born one –IT-
Wished no longer to be quiet

Art Image: Edward Hopper 1882 –1967
Poetry: copyright Ali Ryan

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