I believe we all experience some
form of depression in our lives. We may not even realize it. Like any other
person, I have experienced this in one form or another. However if I think of
it only one incident truly comes to mind.
As a poet, I often try to infuse a
piece of myself in my works. It may not always work, but I try my best
anyways. Writing the poem 'Defiled' took a lot out of me. Inspired by the near
rape of a friend and written about an actual rape, Defiled made me drag myself
down to a depth I could not recall coming to before. By the time I was done
with it, my hands were shaking and a weight had settled in me. I felt heavy and
was not quite myself for the rest of the day.
If you want advice on how to deal with depression then don't
look to me because I have nothing for you. All I can say is, we're all going to
be there someday. That's just the way the world works; be it some silly
childish reason or a poet writing her next piece or some truly messed up shit.
But whether you pop pills or grab a bottle or seek out a
friend or just let it run its course, that's up to you. Your method may not be
the healthiest heck. If I knew you, I'd probably stop you. But at the end of it
all we're only human, and there's nothing more messed up than a human being.
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