Thoughts on Depression

I was talking the mum about many things the other evening and, in my attempt to be completely honest with people from this year on; I began by telling her that I only needed her to listen when I talk. That her opinion or advice is not something I am asking for and that some things she said before Christmas only made me feel guilty. She took this well and so, the conversation went on and lasted for some time.

Mum told me about the first time she had seen me ‘like this’ and that was over a decade ago, when I was secretly skipping lessons during my A-Levels at school. This merged in to days before transforming in to weeks. I still don’t know how I got away with it for so long or, to be honest, why I ever did it. I can remember being home the day my mum answered a call from the Head of Sixth Form… I think I was supposed to be in one that day yet, I was hidden upstairs in my room. Maybe even lying in bed; listening and waiting.

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Poem: ‘One More Day’

I’ve got some walking to do today and I did manage to take some photos yesterday afternoon that I need to share with you some time… I also have less than two weeks to finish my short story when I’ve not even put that first letter on the page! That’s going to take some priority over the coming week, in case I did create an absence from this space. I’m only looking for around 3,000 words but, I’d like to get a draft in to my tutor this week, as there are a few places from which I could certainly start this story.

To start the day off, I’d like to share with you the last of my four poems from this week so far. This was also a contender to be read aloud in class:

One More Day

As one week ends
The weekend begins
A chance to unwind
There will always be time

Monday morning
Work must begin
Pressure is mounting
Do you sink or swim?

Three days left with
Breathing space ahead
After a long day at work
It’s only time for bed

Wednesday night
My page remains blank
Just a blinking cursor
No fish in my think-tank