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You and I are in this together - different boats, same ocean.
These poems are words of kindness for anyone on their way out of depression or grief (or both) and back to home within themselves. I wrote these for myself in moments over a fifteen-year period where I needed to hear support, and since I didn’t have it, I wrote what I needed to hear so I could repeat it out loud to myself. These were my answers, and I’ve been brave enough to title them “answers,” while your answers may be quite different. Please use this as a traveler’s guide while getting to know your own intuition. I’ve titled each poem with the question I was asking at the time when I wrote the poem, and arranged them to start in a place of struggle and end where I am writing from a place of feeling hopeful about life, confident in myself and comfortable in my skin.
To be clear, I am not “better.” It’s not “over.” The truth about my own struggles is that it is equal parts the storylines I was born into, the place society “affords” me as a woman, the reality of being a human living on a planet with seasons and storms and day/night cycles, with a hefty dose of my own existence as a learning mind and an occasionally reckless attitude.
You and I are in this together - different boats, same ocean.
These poems are words of kindness for anyone on their way out of depression or grief (or both) and back to home within themselves. I wrote these for myself in moments over a fifteen-year period where I needed to hear support, and since I didn’t have it, I wrote what I needed to hear so I could repeat it out loud to myself. These were my answers, and I’ve been brave enough to title them “answers,” while your answers may be quite different. Please use this as a traveler’s guide while getting to know your own intuition. I’ve titled each poem with the question I was asking at the time when I wrote the poem, and arranged them to start in a place of struggle and end where I am writing from a place of feeling hopeful about life, confident in myself and comfortable in my skin.
To be clear, I am not “better.” It’s not “over.” The truth about my own struggles is that it is equal parts the storylines I was born into, the place society “affords” me as a woman, the reality of being a human living on a planet with seasons and storms and day/night cycles, with a hefty dose of my own existence as a learning mind and an occasionally reckless attitude.