Some have cheap California wine,
Some knock down a six pack,
Some smoke a joint,
And some just sit and cry,
Asking God questions, but mostly why…
Some go for a long walk in nature,
Some take a bike ride,
Some listen to music,
Some just sit and read,
Some just ask God for what they need…
Some, like me, hide in their house,
The flames of depression they with medication douse,
They grow old without the “pleasure” of a spouse,
I can’t even of myself to go out, rouse…
© ed – 7/24/13
Hugs,
Anna
Love ya!
Jane
L
I understand depression. Get ready and MAKE yourself get out even if you just sit on a park bench, you are getting fresh air. Sit outside your home with a cold drink and watch people go by. I would wear a smile to mask the pain, but I'd get out. I am better now. Maybe your Doc needs to change your medication if you don't feel better soon.
Love and blessings,
Linda+