When I started down the road
to fix my brain,
to heal my depression,
I had nothing to lose.
The darkness had been coming more frequently.
I’d jumped into the abyss before,
been enveloped by its nothingness
and
prayed I might become one with it.
I was scared.
So I began letting go of the medications
which weren’t helping much.
I began fixing my thoughts
on what I had,
not what I didn’t.
Retraining my thoughts,
rewiring my brain,
wasn’t easy.
As I began to
get better,
be better,
I started telling others.
Almost instantly,
the training got more difficult
as if revealing my healing to the world
caused a psychic pushback.
“Who are you to get well,
to learn from your depression
and
not have it be the definition of your life?”
I didn’t realize it at first,
but this
pushback
meant I was
on the right path.
So I tell myself,
“Keep walking.”