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~The Secret Of Suicide~

I wrote this poem back in the beginning of August. I was never going to dare share it because I was so very humiliated and ashamed of how I've felt. Yet with the death of Robin Williams and the utter sad truth that people with depression suffer alone, I think it's time to stop silencing what I've felt. Thank you to Robin for giving us the gift of your humor. You will forever be remembered for that...And because of what your untimely passing has brought to light, you have given a voice to the truth of depression that has been all too stigmatized.   As one last note, don't worry about me...I am getting real help now. When you have this secret you must never even dare whisper it. It's voice could paralyze time and worse,  the truth of it could cause heartbreak. How though do I keep such a thing to myself? I have for so long. I've eaten with it, slept with it next to me and I've constantly tasted it's bitterness on my tongue. I've lived...

~Let Me Love You~

Open your gorgeous eyes. I am here, waiting to see the world through your irises. I am willing to give up my own  to have the gift that is your view. How can I express my love for you anymore than to want to hold you,  to tell you that I love you~ To have you guide me through this darkness and back to the light? I want to feel your fingers intertwined with mine as we step into the day and fall asleep with one another until our last breath. You make me feel so well loved, so very needed and in this world and in my life, that is a miracle. Open your heart and let me in. I promise not to break it. How could I? You are the other half of my soul. ~Stacy J French © 2014 Stacy J French (Roosa) (All rights reserved)

Even Money & Fame Cannot Cure Depression

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Today was a truly sad day. We all lost a beloved, very funny comedian/actor, Robin Williams.  It has been reported that he committed suicide after struggling a long time with depression and alcohol addiction.  This has hit so many of us personally. I am not a therapist nor am I an expert of the human mind. My words will not be shared a thousand times over for the masses to read nor while I be someone who people come to for advice~but what I do know about depression is from personal experience and a lifetime of struggling with it as well as having an anxiety disorder in the past few years. This is meant for even that one person struggling with depression, anxiety and/or other mental health issues that is having a difficult time reaching out for help for fear of judgment or feeling that no one will understand. You are NOT alone...In this awful tragedy today that much has proven to be true. Depression can affect all socioeconomic "classes" as well as people who, to spite th...

I cannot Afford Hope

I cannot go there again to the place where hope lives. I may just have the strength to climb but it's the fall I cannot endure. I have settled here where the world is cold yet safe. No one pushes me to feel or to be more than I can give. I don't want to stand out there  shivering, waiting for what may never come like a fool in the night ...Scared of every sound and movement. I know the views are gorgeous from up there~ breath-taking and inspiring but this room is built for me, by me. Everything I need is just enough to keep me waking up every morning.... If I give into this feeling, if I let my curiosity lead me~ If I let you fill up my soul with hope, I will be at the mercy of my heart and the truth that I may not be enough. I need to be enough. Then again, the idea of  wanting  to wake up tomorrow, of feeling those flutters of hope and tasting life again is so enticing.... And so it begins...