New Day Star

Time stands still when you look at me.  With those cloudy brown eyes, The storm clouds remaining from wars few and far betw en.  You say we'll take time, That you need time.  I know you're in pain  And it kills me, all I want is to wave a magical wand Something.  Anything to make it better.  We're in this constant roundabout  Protecting and helping eachother with demons that never seem to leave.  What I want want you to know is, No matter how bad the storm, No matter how hard it gets, No matter how long it takes, I'm still going to be here, On your side.  Telling you how beautiful, amazing, talented and inspiring you are.  Because you are all of this and more.  Every rose has its thorns, And nothing good ever comes easily.  But I'm not going anywhere .  This I promise you. 

Depression.. This single word has a way of defining how we see people, how others see themselves.. there are so many ways that this single word can be defined through theory, science, medicine, psychopathy, the ways and views are almost endless. My view, or how this one word has managed to become part of my life over the last ten years is something that clinicians would find 'normal' even though I quite frankly don't believe that word exists in our world today. I have been dealing with this illness since the age of eleven, or maybe even longer. You see where I am from, back years ago it was something that wasn't to be talked about.. people who struggled with it did it in silence or were considered crazy.. I was one of those kids who thought everything in the world was wrong with me, I went through those phases of self blame.. Now part of that was brought on by my anxiety and the early stages of figuring out who I was, the typical growing up stuff so to speak. Tha...