I Hide It Well
It started when my 7 year old son was diagnosed with adhd/odd,
You have no rest taking care of a child with a disability,
Years went by I did all I could nobody knew or asked,
I would cry over the smallest thing then shake it of and carry on,
In my late 30s I was diagnosed with my own disability.
I had to stop working that made it worse,
So embarrassed I hid it never asked for help,
Living on benefits it paid the bills,
The government changed the rules to get people back to work,
Medicals where done with an unfair system,
When I failed my medical told I could work,
I knew that I couldn’t go on.
I went to see my gp,
She said to me "your shaking and self harming I can see",
Diagnosed with depression and anxiety,
At the medical tribunal the previous was overturned,
That helped me enormously,
Now on medication I manage to hide my depression well,
You wouldn’t know to look at me that I have,
Depression and anxiety.
Copyright © Tracy Mcfayden | Year Posted 2021
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