Walking alone through the eye of the storm oblivious to all together or torn. You see the future in shades of grey and hope that tomorrow will be the last day. Feeling the pain from betrayal and anger you pray that tomorrow truth will set in.
You hear shouts and look around only to find that it was you who made the sound. Again in the silence you march on, but this time you find that something is gone. As you wander you lose some more without realizing it is you who can open the door.
**This is an excerpt from a piece I wrote in 1994. It was not written as a mental health piece, but I think there is a sadness or a heaviness in it. Anyway, I thought that it fit this month’s mental health theme because it speaks about that initial struggle before awareness and knowledge become a tool.**
By Shari Marshall – posted in 2019