Things to do when the depression tries to sneak back in.

1. Pamper yourself. Take a hot bath. Add bubbles or bath bombs or essentials oils or whatever you like. Do a face mask, homemade or store bought it doesn't matter. Let the opening and cleaning out of your pores, open up and clean out you soul.  Do a hair mask, and pray that the strengthening of the cells coming from your head can strengthen that thoughts it produces as well.  

2. Read sappy poetry.  Put yourself in the writers mind. Find something in the lines that you can relate to. Pretend that the sad breakup the poet is creating art about is the breakup of your emotions from your body.  That the way they write about getting through heartbreak is about getting through a bad mental day. Keep reading until you find something that inspires you to keep going. 

3. Eat fresh oranges. Or a smoothie. Or flavored water made with fresh fruit.  Consume something that makes you feel good about your health, but don't weigh yourself. Because no matter how much weight you've lost it won't be enough on days like today.  

4. Watch your favorite comedy.  Let the crappy jokes with perfect timing take your mind off of the crappy disease with crappy timing.  Let yourself laugh. Let yourself be taken to a reality that doesn't have sadness or anger or bitterness. A place with only happy. Pretend you live there for a while. 

5. Create something.  A poem, a painting, a promise to your best friend that you'll tell them when you get bad days. Create a masterpiece full of purpose and promise for your future.  Knit, or bake, or sew something.  Do something that makes you feel creative and talented.  Put your pain to good use, so that other people can look at your art for inspiration on their bad days.  

SAVING

 

There was a girl once, a legend she was.

With fire and passion she lived and she loved,

But passion and fade and fires burn out.

And so she was left, another fallen relic of what once could’ve been.

And when the monsters came in she lost the fight,

She lived her life in the middle of a never ending night

 

This is the part of our story where the prince should arrive,

Noble stead and ability to save her, his supplies.

But ‘twas not the case for this precious girl,

She had no prince nor king who could rescue her,

So she sat alone one night on her bedroom floor.

With a bottle of pills that seemed like a cure.

 

But drug cocktails made from medicine cabinet leftovers

Can’t fix what’s broken on the inside of her.

This is not the average fairy tale;

No apples pumpkins or spinning wheels.

 

 

This is not the story of a lost little girl who finds love and a new home.

There is nothing romantic about the heartbreak she housed.

The part of the story that becomes poetic, is not the pain.

But the way she choose to end the eternal game.

On the carpeted floor of her private place,

She prepared to leave, gone without a trace.

 

 

Something caught her attention from the corner of her eye.

She looked at the picture of her siblings, ready to say goodbye.

But the words wouldn’t come, and the tears slowly faded.

She looked in the mirror and realized she was jaded.

She slowly stood and looked herself in the eye,

And with a revelation said “I don’t want to die”

 

And she doesn’t know how it happened, but she’s not sad anymore.

One day the sunrise just made her smile again.