The sun hits my eyes with a glare
It has been a long time since I dared
To venture out away from home
And especially all alone.
My heart was pounding in my chest
I knew the symptoms, I braced for the rest
Panic attacks are common for me
Especially when faced with somewhere to be.
My hands begin to shake and sweat
But for this disorder my needs are met
Some people say it comes from the devil
Not understanding, it's caused by my levels.
Your brain has chemicals to keep in balance
For some, not enough to enhance
So medications are used to keep in check
To ward off unnecessary effects.
This way of life is difficult at best
Some days you just want to rest
Away from others in seclusion
And attempt to handle your delusions.
I ask the Lord for daily help
And try not to feel sorry for myself
Most people just don't understand
And try to tell you, it's your command.
Not realizing the sickness is real
And thinking it is up to our will
Depression is as real as chicken pox
The only difference is the absence of spots.
If only people would realize
And give support, not jeopardize
The feelings of those in pain
The sickness that's caused by the brain.
For years my battle has been fought
For years many lessons have been taught
Therapy, prayers, and all kinds of meds
Leaving me well or foolish in my head.
I pray and pray for a wonderful cure
So with this malady I no longer endure
The day will come of that I am certain
When my life draws it's final curtain.
Written by Shirley Barr
September 17, 2005
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