Good meeting you here.

i have been searching for a place i can resonate with people, rather than be the odd one out. i hope this forum can serve that purpose.

No i'm not much of a drawer, but i do like writing poems, about my faith, and surviving depression, anxiety, and psychosis, in particular.

i'll share you one;

Loving Grows Good Life.

The pain of depression
is not only the fact
that my good life is gone,
much worse is seeing
bad life, inside, enjoy,
tearing me apart!

For the sorrow of depression,
are the lies ruling me hurt,
rendering life an abomination,
which brings me my desolation,
all that bad life living within me,
dumping my in that bloody pit.

For the hopelessness of depression,
always floods fully over me,
when i'm overwhelmed,
by the darkness pressing,
me down into that hole,
so lonely and forsaken.

Yet the way out of depression,
is to heed the voice of love,
denying that bad life pressing,

ruling those painful lies hurting,

heeding love, nurturing good life instead,

growing stronger than pain brings to bear