I must make a true confession,
I sometimes suffer deep depression.
It comes upon me without warning,
A darker night, a darker morning.
The world seems useless, meaningless,
I turn my back on all the rest.
Sometimes it lasts for months on end,
I’ve sometimes suicided, my friend!
I cannot count my hospital stays,
They go on for weeks and months and days.
My mania’s the rare flip-side,
A full psychotic circus ride.
The worst’s when I have both at once,
I’m a frantic, active, negative dunce.
I had treatment for many a year,
But my moods swung quite widely, My Dear.
It is a miracle I’m alive,
I got salvation in Two Thousand and Five.
Today, I’m happy to report,
My annual depression’s short.
Not quite as deep, not quite as dark,
Its bite is lesser than its bark.
I have survived, I’m usually glad
Compared to all the grief I had.
I love my job, I love my life,
I love my dear and precious wife.
If you suffer, I say to you,
You can defeat depression, too!
Stay strong, persist and fight the fight.
Eat well by day and rest by night.
It is no sin to moan and cry,
Why, I was once a crying guy.
Hang in there, help is on its way,
“You can survive it all,” I say.
Mad in America hosts blogs by a diverse group of writers. These posts are designed to serve as a public forum for a discussion—broadly speaking—of psychiatry and its treatments. The opinions expressed are the writers’ own.