This is the final post from the series! Thank you for reading this past Mental Health Month. I’m honored to enter your lives through poetry and even more honored to hear your stories and comments in return.
This last poem is brand new, just written a few days ago. I wanted to write something looking back from the other side of mental illness; what it feels like to be better. “Better” means different things to different people, I think mostly because the course of each person’s life and illness is so different. For some people, it means 100% recovery. For others, it’s just managing symptoms. For some, just staying out of the hospital for extended periods is a really big accomplishment. Celebrate those successes in whatever form they come, and try not to berate yourself for the times you fall down. Never stop advocating for yourself, not just as a patient but as a person too; you are more than your symptoms. Choose the people in your life carefully and try to have a good support system. Mental illness is a part of our lives but it does not have to be our whole lives.
My hope is for everyone with mental illness to have access to the resources they need to get “better”- whatever that means to them.
5/24/11
Better
There is a place that’s in between
It’s hard to find and rarely seen
But if you work and search it’s there
You only find it through self-care
For some that includes therapy
For others it means meals times three
For some it means ten pills a day
We do self-care in many ways
I know it’s isn’t always fun
But it’s a task that must be done
To stay here and to really live
Remember the alternative
Remember self-destructive nights
Terror and internal fights
Dissolving into fits of panic
Acting out when things turned manic
Diving into dark depression
Binge and purge in quick succession
Starving to make up for it
Cut to make it all just quit
Round and round and round it went
Never pausing to relent
Revisit what this felt like so
You’ll have the good sense to let go
To keep on caring for yourself
To keep on trying and getting help
And knowing that there is always hope
And support out there to help you cope
© Sarah Henderson 2011
May 28th, 2011 at 1:37 am
Bless you, Sarah. Such a (more) gentle poem, and conclusion for this ‘series’. Whenever I get through a terrible storm, I try to breathe again, take stock, not beat myself up, and call up the courage to begin again. Keep on keeping on, Sarah. ((((hugs))))
May 28th, 2011 at 4:02 am
Thankyou, I saw a whole lot of me in it. Rest Gently Please. Dusty
August 20th, 2011 at 3:26 pm
A beautiful poem and a lovely website. I’ll be visiting often!
August 20th, 2011 at 5:17 pm
Thank you very much!
July 25th, 2012 at 6:58 pm
well written