If you rearrange the word ‘depression‘, you can form the phrase ‘I pressed on’.
Sometimes, recovery is just about getting from dawn to dusk without giving up.
The sun rises
A new day starts
But morning for me
Is when my heart goes dark
A long shadow
Is cast over my day
As towers of hopelessness
Stand in my way
With every step forward
The dread deepens
But after awhile
I see the darkness weaken
It is when the sun
Starts to set
That the fires of hope
In my heart, are relit


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