Everyday Battles Of Depression Poem By Me Expressive Jackie

Everyday is a battle.

It is the most darkest place one could face alone,

A journey filled with struggles solo, all alone.

Everyday filled with many groans,

Everyday is a new battle,

Against the same competitor.

Yet the enemy exchanges blows back with irrational roars.

It sneaks up on you in your most helpless shape,

Mostly when there’s no around who can communicate.

The thoughts in your brain begins to expand and distend,

Which drags you into your private repressed nightmare.

Fabrications and organism from your past

Served as pain, that you can’t withstand.

Lastly sleep always comes as a greeting friend,

Knowing the next morning the continual battle begins yes, yet again.

Never Ends!!

This poem is about the daily struggle with self image, feeling like you’re not good enough for yourself or nobody else. It’s a daily battle of trying to feel accepted, and also, the struggle of learning to love yourself.

In order to love someone else, you have to first start by loving yourself.

Everyday, there is a battle to face. But don’t give up, life is to short, put a smile on your face, and take control over those battles you face, everyday.

Do you like my poem you just read? Feel free to like, comment, and share. Let’s stop the stigma of mental illnesses that’s flying around in the air. If you care, share!!

Good morning to all of my followers, and readers. Thanks for taking time out of your day to read what i have to say. I hope and i pray, that today, each and everyone of you, has a blessed day.

7 thoughts on “Everyday Battles Of Depression Poem By Me Expressive Jackie

      1. Now is gone, i changed my life completely, move to another country, changed lifestyle, eating habits and work, new friends, still keeping contact with close family, they come to visit, but i m happy here, i live in paradise (France city of Nice) got married 2 kids, children are endorphins, they make me so happy. and you? how are doing, feeling better?

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      2. Consider yourself lucky well blessed. ☺️☺️ that’s great though, I’m happy for you. Depression is a monster ugh 🤦🏽‍♀️ I have a 9yr old son. He makes me happy it’s just at times i can’t help being depressed but I do things to distract it. Like going to the park and movies with my son. I almost lost my son months ago. 4 wheeler accident, half his liver gone and he was bleeding on the inside he had to get 2 blood transfusions, we was at children’s for 3 months, I loss a daughter home in the toilet while pregnant some years ago ugh 🤦🏽‍♀️ I’m alive n blessed just trying to make it.


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