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Thankful Dread

by Angela McCrimmon

I hate that feeling when I open my eyes,

I hold my breath in dread,

Will today be a morning to rise,
Or will I just stay in my bed?
 
I make my plans in hope that I,
Will be able to follow them through,
I pray to God that I can comply,
In all that I want to do.
 
My fight is just one day at a time,
Sometimes good,sometimes bad,
I tell myself I'm going to be fine,
If ever I find myself sad.
 
I'm not quite sure until I wake,
Just how my day's going to go,
I hope so much the plans I make,
Will allow my mind to slow.
 
I guess the truth is I should try,
To look at things this way,
Some people had to say goodbye,
And will not wake up today.
 
So every time I open my eyes,
I will thank the Lord up above,
For giving me another day to rise,
To be with all the people I love.
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Angela McCrimmon

I have been in the Mental Health System for over 20 years, or should I say that I've survived in the Mental Health System for over 20 years! Multiple Psychiatrists, multiple medications and multiple diagnosis's. I've fallen down many times but somehow I always managed to drag myself back up. If only Mental Health professionals could see the strength that takes instead of only meeting the illness when I have to present in a crisis. Now coming out the other side, the only desire of my heart is to reach out and help other people battling the same war. I hope that my writing may resonate with them that somehow they would feel someone truly does understand and more importantly someone does truly believe them! So many never understand the "invisible illness" apart from those who live with one. I'm not just turning the page, I'm closing a whole chapter and anticipating positive, exciting things to start the next one with. Wish me luck!

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Comments (2)

Angela McCrimmon
<p>Thank you so much :-) x</p>
aedler2153
<p>wow this is really good</p>

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