Depression Blog

This poem is all about life and the challenges you will face along your journey.

It is not so much a biblical teaching for me but a life coaching and inspirational teaching. I do have faith but not in a greater being, only in myself and the greatness all around us.

Although people will perceive this poem to be religious relating this to the author, I do believe this is nothing more than an insight into a great mind and a life lived without fearing consequence.

I know the path; it is straight and narrow.

It is like the edge of a sword.

I rejoice to walk on it,

I weep when I slip.

God’s word is; “He who strives never perishes”.

I have implicit faith in the promise,

Though, therefore, from my weakness I fail a thousand times,

I shall not lose faith.

- Gandhi

A person suffering from anxiety fears almost everything, I don’t want to live in fear anymore.

This poem makes me want to take more risks and live a little, maybe just because sometimes my life feels like it can’t get any worse.

To laugh, is to risk playing the fool

To weep, is to risk appearing sentimental

To reach out to another, is to risk involvement

To expose feelings, is to risk exposing our true selves

To put your ideas, your dreams, before the crowd is to risk loss

To love, is to risk not being loved in return

To live, is to risk dying

To hope, is to risk despair

To try at all, is to risk failure

But risks must be taken,

Because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing,

The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing.

They may avoid suffering and sorrow, but they simply cannot learn, change, feel, grow, love,live…

Chained by their attitudes they are slaves.

- Anonymous

Just when I start to think there is little point to this life I find a truly amazing woman has managed to accept life for what it really is; A test of faith.

No matter what you do in your life make it worth living, for a life not worth living is a life wasted.

Life is an opportunity, benefit from it

Life is beauty, admire it

Life is bliss, taste it

Life is a dream, realize it

Life is a challenge, meet it

Life is a duty, complete it

Life is a game, play it

Life is a promise, fulfill it

Life is sorrow, overcome it

Life is a song, sing it

Life is a struggle, accept it

Life is a tragedy, confront it

Life is an adventure, dare it

Life is luck, make it

Life is too precious, do not destroy it

Life is life, fight for it

- Mother Theresa

This is a very simple way of describing the unity of marriage.

Whilst reflecting on a book as their life together, the author had been able to take a very objective point of view on how this relationship may appear to the naked eye.

I know someday when I review the life that we two shared,

On every page and in every line I will find your love is there

From chapter one to final page, through sorrows and through laughter,

This thought will echo through our book “They lived happily ever after”.

And when our covers come to have some wrinkles undenied,

Just remember when it comes to books what counts is whats inside

No matter what each chapter holds the struggles and the strife,

We’ll be co-authors as we pen this book we call out life.

- Anonymous

This is a beautiful and fragile interpretation of how depression eats away at the person we are and how we feel we have to put a mask on to face every day life.

One day if we aren’t careful we will destroy all of the person we really are by faking something as innocent as a smile.

You may think you know me,

But you know nothing of me

Only who I pretend to be,

The real me, sits inside rotting away.

- Anonymous

I particularly like this poem because it makes me want to push on when times are getting bad and nothing I seem to do goes right.

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns
As every one of us sometimes learns
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won, had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
And you never can tell how close you are
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.

- Anonymous

This poem is an inspirational view to overcoming all the trials and tribulations life may throw at you.

If I can endure for this minute
Whatever is happening to me,
No matter how heavy my heart is
Or how dark the moment may be

If I can remain calm and quiet
With all the world crashing about me,
Secure in the knowledge God loves me
When everyone else seems to doubt me

If I can but keep on believing
What I know in my heart to be true,
That darkness will fade with the morning
And that this will pass away, too.

Then nothing in life can defeat me
For as long as this knowledge remains
I can suffer whatever is happening
For I know God will break all of the chains

That are binding me tight in the darkness
And trying to fill me with fear
For there is no night without dawning
And I know that my morning is near.

- Helen Steiner Rice

I believe this poem to be about asking for forgiveness from someone, this person maybe meant more than they had originally realised.

To me, you were forever my strength and sorrow,

but I took for granted there would always be tomorrow

Standing in the face of darkness when I walked away,

hoping one day you may forgive me for what I was to say

I love you now, as I loved you then

With every breath I would do it again,

Forget me not for the pain I’ve caused

For each moment lost was forever yours

Looking to the past, remembering the day that was our last,

could my future hold the key to your door “My Destiny”

Or do you hate?

- Anonymous

Death is never the end, but if you live in the past you will surely suffer and tarnish the loss you have felt within.

People live on inside us for as long as we allow them to do so, we all need to hang on to those we miss.

I need to say goodbye although your with me,

I stand beside your grave, yet you are here

I miss you terribly and I hope you miss me,

But when I turn to you, your always near

I talk to you as though you lived within me,

Not changed but simply moved in from outside

I know each day you must a little leave me,

But here, as always, you must be my guide

You were, and are, and will be, just as ever,

I’m many minds, and hearts not only mine

No physical event can such love sever,

Death is a dimension, not a line

And so goodbye does not mean you are gone,

So long as I still love you, you live on.

- Anonymous

Reflection is always down to interpretation, and this poem to me stands for all that is great about memories and captions we carry in our heads.

Most moments in time and pigments of our imagination are down to how we perceive them to be.

Looking at your picture your clutching those tiny blue flowers they remind me of you,

Frail, yet blooming with a delicate strength

You, we had seemed invincible,

Just the two of us

Our own private wonder world, our own special love,

Memories crowd inside my head like shadows inside a forgotten attic

But unlike shadows, each one carries it’s own magical light,

You were so confident we could make it

If we can with stand this you said then we can with stand anything,

But now your gone.

- Anonymous