I was placed for adoption when I was born. I was in foster care for the first five months of my life before being adopted by a wonderful couple and raised as their own. My mom is amazing and I wouldn't change a thing about having her in my life. At Mother's Day, I am always reminded that I wasn't born to this lady.
Welcome to Mental Health Awareness month! I don’t know if I’ll stick with that as my theme for the month, but since it is a part of my everyday existence, I do know it will be a recurring theme at the least. Today I took on the challenge of writing a Terza Rima Sonnet.
I wake up each morning hoping and wanting
A day that’s better than the day before it,
But the pain in my body is quite daunting.
I gave my all and I don’t want to admit
This illness controls the way I spend my days.
I feel beaten down but I refuse to quit.
I fight my way through the temperamental haze.
Sometimes the medicine doesn’t suffice.
I wait impatiently for a manic phase.
To live without mood swings would really be nice.
To know that my brain might just cooperate
Instead each day I awake and roll the dice.
For another day I’ll just have to wait
And hope and pray the depression will abate.
A while ago, I penned a fairly angry response to something circulating on the internet – the 21 Habits of Happy People. It pissed me off beyond belief, that there was an inference that if you weren’t Happy, you simply weren’t doing the right things.
I’ve had depression for as long as I can…