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Give A Care

When you suffer… some days, some months, and especially the holidays, the only thing that offers relief is being under a blanket in the fetal position. those times, you hide from the world, because no one gets you. They think you are normal, you’re not. You are splitting apart on the inside. as you sink more and more into aloneness, they pass judgement on your actions. they say insensitive things like; chill out, take a pill, see a shrink or they distance themselves. they think you’re out of character, they don’t know there is a struggle going on inside of you, a real struggle where tears flow and make puddles in your soul… and nothing works; no Hail Marys, no affirmations, no nothing. you wait for an episode to pass to get relief, that’s if you are lucky, cuz for some, relief doesn’t come. you see the severely affected on the streets far gone, listening to the voices in their heads, sometimes succumbing to them. It’s a daily struggle that only those feeling the ache knows. Give a care.

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Date: 12/14/2023 6:25:00 PM
I have a close relative who suffers from bipolar and depression. I try to give a care daily. Thx for reminder Sheila
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Sheila Henry
Date: 12/14/2023 9:10:00 PM
Thank you for your comment, Tom. I'm honored to know this poem serves as a reminder of your care giving. Best wishes!

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