Oh Mother
By trying to fix a bit of me I break off a part of you.
By trying to stitch me back together I rip off a part of you.
By trying to glue me back together I tear off a part of you.
I understand now mother, I never suffered alone as I was making you suffer with me.
A mother’s love is like no other.
I felt so alone when I suffered with depression and had no idea how to ask for help. However, looking back I can see the pain I was causing my mum as she was completely helpless to pull her little girl back to the light.
It wasn’t until a year had passed did I finally admit to myself I was depressed and I don’t think it was much longer after that did I seek help from my loved ones and doctors. Little did I know, all that time my mum knew. She saw past the fake smiles and would capture the emptiness in my soul and pain in my eyes. Every single day she watched me drown she was slowly drowning too.
I feel a sense of happiness knowing that I beat depression but also that I had it. I am stronger, braver and wiser all for having it. Never the less, thinking back to that dark time, it pains me to think what I put my mum through and what I put those closest to me through.
The only person who can save you from this is you. However, I can’t express enough that there is ALWAYS someone out there who loves you and would do absolutely anything for you. Seek comfort in them, you might not even know it but they probably already know so no words need to be said.
❤❤❤