The Slow Change

It would be
So easy for me
To curl up
And hide away
From the world
In fear and depression.

Having done so
In the past
With dire consequences
For my physical
And psychological health.

Watch myself
Shrivel by one mm
At a time
Until my body is
Smaller than before
This latest bout
Of mental illness.

But this is
The surest way
To commit suicide
Even if done
Passively
As it has become my wont
With most things
In my life.

These days
Are slowly changing
As I take more control
Over the direction
Which I travel
In my healing.