“I watch my body age while I’m locked in this cage,
How old will I be when I finally escape, or am I more likely to die alone in this prison I built for myself?”
This is a story/poem I wrote the other night when I couldn’t sleep. When I’m depressed I feel trapped, alone, and isolated.
Even when I’m happy I look around to realize all the time and events I’ve missed. This disorder steals the one thing I can’t get back; time.
The only upside for me is I have no family. This is a good thing because the pain of missing your children grow up must be unbearable.
Remember to smile,