Quality Of One's LifeA Poem by therisaExcuse me But I have A favour to ask Of you. Am hesitant to ask Due to the reaction When this subject Is discussed. Concerning Medications used To treat people With mental illness. An area Which I have Very personal experience Over the past five years Of experimenting With various anti-depressants. Used Like a Guinea pig In a toxic experiment By my doctors. Forced to explore Less conventional drugs Due to my body's intolerance To normally prescribed Anti-depressants. Hoping to find A "magical cure" For my chronic depression And anxiety issues. Each new drug More toxic to my body Than the previous one Used. While Abating my depression They wracked my body With physical And psychological Pain. Often Trapping me Within my apartment For days on-end Without release. But Those days Are long over For me. In choosing A quality of life That allows me A greater freedom From my jail pills. So I ask you Why cannot I Have the same right To refuse treatment Like a cancer patient has? Knowing the risks My action will have Upon my mental health And mood swings. © 2013 therisaReviews
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2 Reviews Added on April 13, 2013 Last Updated on April 13, 2013 AuthortherisaOntario, CanadaAboutA pre-op transwoman, writing about my experiences, using free verse. Been told my poems are very emotional and personal, almost like a diary entry in verse. If you want to friend me, please review.. more..Writing
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