Poem: IS

Depression is a thief.

It robs me of all self care, empathy and motivation.

It steals my sweet moments with my children, my connection with my husband, my closeness with friends.

It costs me months of my life at a crack.

Depression is a sneaky, greedy bastard.

I never know when it’s coming.

I’m always caught off guard, never ready.

A guest that overstays their (un)welcome.

Depression is a blessing.

It helps me appreciate when it’s behind me.

There is nothing like a post-depression high.

I’m ready to conquer the world again.

Here I go.