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Surviving

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Who knows the slippery
downward
spiral of a slow
death,
that envelops the soul
and takes
a bite
and leaves
an
empty hole?

The hole gets
bigger,
darker,
wider with
every
aching breath.

Sadness
enveloping
every molecule
of skin
and
bone.

Tears that never
go away
and leave
the blood
red
stain of death.

Suicide is
never
the answer
they say,
a cowardly
way out.

What do they
know?
The pain is
unbearable,
only
a
like - soul
knows the
excruciating
agony
to keep
going
day
by fucken
day.

Only a
"professional"
can
diagnose
this ailment
they say ...

Who the fuck are
they
to
tell
me
I am
suff-er-ing
with
De-press-ion?

My soul
is
dying,
someone
help
me
Live,
Surviving
with
insane
Alacrity.

This is where my five minute timer went off ...

If anyone is suffering form depression this is a very serious issue, and a list of outreach phone numbers can be found here. Asking for help is a good thing.

Depression has touched most of the people I know, and those I love dearly. I am dedicating this post to them and I will be sending the payout to: Suicide Prevention Hotline, or tap the link and give today! Peace.

Greetings,
Thank you for stopping by to read my blog. I’m a First Nation member of the Hopi & Apache Native American tribes, Medicine woman in-training, first time blogger since November 2017, (right here on Steemit), paralegal, researcher, and writer based in the Mountains of Colorado, USA. I work closely with fellow planktons and minnows in a few groups by helping them adjust to Steemit and curate quality content. I’m especially interested in finding others who love natural medicine originating from ancient practices, gold and silver, energy work, and the spirit world. Additionally, I'm the creator of #MedicineCardMonday, so if you are interested in receiving a Native American blessing stop by my blog every Monday, or just say hello!
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