Depression

How a visit to the doctor changed my mothers life now she just wants it back.

Depression

One day I realise I don't feel the same,
Can't shower, cook the dinner, feeling s****y all day.
Take a trip to the doc to decide my faith,
Quick chat a few tabs go on away you'll feel great.
He said there's no cure but can be treated,
There's no money in cures but there's money in people.
Prescribing millions of tablets around the world each day,
Is making somebody rich while the families pay.

Let's put a stop to this now before it's too late,
We should have the right to decide our own bloody faith.
I pop a few pills wait for them to take effect,
Not knowing suicide is a bloody side effect.
Who are they to decide I should be locked away,
Can anyone bloody realise they made me this way.
They took me when I was feeling low,
Now I'm up & down like a bloody yo yo.
All I want is to be free,
Living life happily.
I want these pills off my shelf,
change the cards I was dealt.
All I want,
Is to take back my mental health.

Christopher O'Sullivan

Author's Note

1st poem wrote in anger over my mothers battle with depression.

Reviews

[Rogue]

Extremely expressive and raw piece.
I hope the best for your mother and family.

[Troy Henson]

Deep and raw emotion felt here. Very expressive write. Did it help to get it out??
Hope things improve for you and your mum.
Regards