Many of us have either been depressed/anxious/suicidal or we’ve known people who are. So how do we talk to them when they’re going through these rough times? How do we help them out??Continue reading “How do you comfort a friend going through a rough patch?”
I never want you to feel this way,
You know, like you’re deep in a pit and no one even knows you’re there,
Like the grave is a resting place and life is for the restless,
Like you’re speaking but no one is listening,
Like you’re dying and no one is seeing.
I see you.
I hear you.
And it sucks that you feel this way.
I wish you never did,
I wish your smile never set like the sun,
I wish your laughter didn’t seem like the fading sound of distant waves,
I wish your heart wasn’t hard from all the broken pieces that couldn’t be glued back together.
I wish I could take your pain away,
Absorb the pain like a sponge until you’re free from it,
I wish you didn’t know what it meant to walk under a dark cloud even when the sun was shining overhead,
I wish you didn’t know what it felt like to cry ‘Eli Eli Lama Sabachtani!’
That moment where you begin to question the efficacy of the words ‘I will never leave you nor forsake you,’ while reality screams otherwise.
But you have to feel these things,
For that’s how you’ll know how to comfort others who feel same.
If I hadn’t gone through them, I wouldn’t know what to say to you.
So to answer your question, live or leave? I think it’s best we live ready to leave when our appointment with death comes, as it’s appointed for men once to die, but after this the judgment (Heb 9:27).
So live, my darling! For life is already fleeting as it it seems.
Today I feel like I’m floating,
Drifting from minutes to hours,
Barely existing.Continue reading “It comes and goes in waves”
I’ll fluff those pillows and fill the room with beautiful fragrances and scented candles. I’ll listen to you without judgement in my heart, my voice or my face. You’ll look at me and see love. Love, not because you’re perfect, but love because you’re flawed like I am. Continue reading “When I finally become a therapist…”
Like a garden with fresh flowers,
Her mind bloomed in the spring,
It brought happiness to all who stopped by,
To glean of her youth and wisdom.
Indeed, she was was a sight for sore eyes,
And a soothing voice for broken hearts. Continue reading “Garden of the Mind”
I feel the palpitations in my chest,
The shortness of breath,
The spiraling of my mind,
The trembling of my body,
As I’m faced with daunting tasks.
To be held against one’s will.
But what if it is my will that barged in and handcuffed me?
What if it’s my power to fight and defend myself that has chosen to surrender the white flag and be taken as a prisoner of war?
My mind is a fortress.
But does it keep away evil or does it lock me out from everything good?
These thoughts are everywhere,
They keep coming…
I’m surrounded. Continue reading “Trapped”