Day 14

I wrote this poem when I was addicted to Heroin.

                                                    Depression
                                      Depression is filling the depths of my soul
                                      Twisting it's way within my home
                                      Filing my mind with twisted thought
                                      Oh Lord I ask you is this what I bought
                                      To weave and thread it's lonely way
                                      Warping my life filling my grave.

Then I found myself doodeling this yesterday:

                                      I'm a tree whistling in the breeze, swaying in time to Mother Natures rhyme
                                      splaying my leaves to the warmth of the sun, being a tree and happy to be!

what a long way I have come with dealing in depression. I have been giving it a lot of thought lately. I find for myself fighting Depression has been a long and constant Battle, giving up all the old guilt has really opened things up for examination, I find I'm not as depressed. I try very hard to always look on the brighter side of things, even feeling like I do now Down, unmotivated, dreary, tiredddddddddd I'm not feeling particularly depressed, this is good! A added benefit...      
I still have rls (very,very, annoying) runny nose and still feeling not all there in the head, sleep I don't mention I have never been able to sleep before so I have become a creature of both worlds, I have learned to accept it a long time ago. Other then that still confident, and Happy in an odd way.