For the lack of a better term I am using “Mental Issue,” M.I. for short, as a blanket term to describe what we have and deal with on a daily basis. I want to use “Issue” because I don’t want to call it an “Illness.”

Illness, to me anyway, implies that it can be cured, it’s something that you caught and didn’t have before. It’s a part of us, it’s in our DNA, and it’s something we didn’t choose to have but something we live with on a daily basis.

When our M.I. kicks in it’s called “An Episode.” An Episode of what? Are we a sitcom or drama that people sit back and watch? While it may certainly feel this way for non M.I.s, for those of us going through said “episode” it feels more like a storm. Comes on with little to no warning. A lot of huffing and puffing, with loud crashes of thunder. For this reason I will refer to them as Storms and not “Episodes.”

By talking we can begin healing and understanding on both
sides. Ask questions and listen to the answers, don’t judge, don’t speak, just listen.

Friday, April 15, 2016

They Are Coming

The Demons are coming,
They’re in my head.
They only want one thing,
For me to be dead.

I can hear them,
Everywhere I go.
They are poisoning my heart,
Killing me real slow.

They tell me I’m no good
That no one wants me around.
All I cause is pain
I belong in the ground.

The Demons beat me
Day and night.
They keep me in the dark,
I will die if I go to the light.

They will never give up,
The Demons will win.
They tell me no one will miss me
In the end.

I have tried to love
But LOVE runs away.
The Demons are right
I have nothing more to say.

It’s true
I’ve brought you nothing but pain.
Death is my only answer

- Max M. Power

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