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by CJ
Rated: ASR · Poetry · Personal · #2154809
The joys of dealing with mental illness.
It’s feels like an earthquake going on in my head,
All these thoughts and these feelings are causing me dread.

Everything was going fine, meds were under control,
But slowly down the bumpy hill I started to roll.

Emotions flying up then crashing to the ground,
Mood swings and outbursts throwing me around.

I hate it that my brain can do these wicked things to me.
Why can’t my thoughts just settle down and let me be.

It would be one thing if I felt depressed all the time.
But every now and then my brain makes the decision to climb.

It takes a running start to the top of happiness hill.
And time and time again it takes a terrible spill.

Sliding roughly back to the base with a violent crash.
All my hopes of happiness are gone in a flash.

So now I start the slow process of changing up my drugs.
I dread the pain my head will feel from a thousand different tugs.

We have to tear the house right down and start to build anew.
I hope this time we get it right like a snug well fitting shoe.

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