citalopram

A fantastic poem about taking antidepressants!

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citalopram

spread the curtains
see the sun
another day has now begun

blessed with pleasent memories,

try and take each day with some ease.
Wake up the sun is up
have a coffee or a cup of tea
then
10 to 20 mg
pop it out the pack.
citalopram
.
mixed views, mixed reviews
the doctors commonly prescribe
but why does it feel like I’ve lost the person inside?
it takes a month before it works
I already thought I was at my worst
feed the baby
push the pram
pop it out the pack
citalopram
.

my mouth feels dry

my eyes are heavy

they make me want to go to bed already

I still don’t have a stable head

my heart beat it seems to be unsteady

I hope I’m ready

the doctor said it would be a remedy

Im trying as best as I can

goodbye bad…

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More updates

Mom is still ill. Not as bad as she was but she’s still not right and her illness is still lingering, she is very weak, and she has been in bed most of the afternoon. I am just hoping she is going to be ok by the morning.

I rang my sister and told her how ill she has been. My two aunts came back from looking around the shops, so I went downstairs with them to get some food, now I have eaten, and we sat in the bar for a while just chatting and listening to music. Now I am back upstairs with my mom again.

I ended up just getting chicken wings, and fries, something simple and easy. I went to the shop across the street to get mom more lukasade sport, to hydrate her.

Now she is asleep again. She’s been sleeping a lot. She may as well rest. I have my laptop and phone so I wont be bored. I can make coffee and tea also. Im just hoping for the best for tomorrow. So if you can, pray she’s ok by then.

Song of the day…rainbow by Kesha

Rainbow

by Kesha

I used to live in the darkness
Dress in black, act so heartless, but now
I see that colors are everything
Got kaleidoscopes in my hairdo
Got back the stars in my eyes, too, yeah now
I see the magic inside of me
Yeah, maybe my head’s fucked up
But I’m falling right back in love with being alive
Dreaming in light, light, lights
This kitty cat lost her mind
Been lookin’ for a star-sent sign that I’ll be alright
Look to the skies
I’ve found a rainbow, rainbow, baby
Trust me, I know, life is scary
But just put those colors on, girl
Come and play along with me tonight
I’d forgot how to daydream
So consumed with the wrong things, but in
The dark, I realized this life is short
And deep down, I’m still a child
Playful eyes, wide and wild, I can’t
Lose hope, what’s left of my heart’s still made of gold
And I know that I’m still fucked up
But aren’t we all, my love?
Darling, our scars make us who we are, are
So when the winds are howling strong
And you think you can’t go on, hold tight, sweetheart
You’ll find a rainbow, rainbow, baby
Trust me, I know life is scary
But just put those colors on, girl
Come and play along with me tonight
You gotta learn to let go, put the past behind you
Trust me, I know, the ghosts will try to find you
But just put those colors on, girl
Come and paint the world with me tonight
Night, night, night, night, night
I found a rainbow, rainbow, baby
Trust me, I know life is scary
But just put those colors on, girl
You gotta learn to let go, put the past behind you
Trust me, I know, the ghosts will try to find you
But just put those colors on, girl
Come and paint the world with me tonight
Oh, put those colors on, girl
Come and paint the world with me tonight
Come and paint the world with me tonight

Elemental writing challenge, april 18th

Tears
Cascading down my face
A torrent of emotions surfacing
All at once
I weep uncontrollably
Thinking of all that I have lost
Innocence stolen
A childhood lost
To abuse and neglect
From people entrusted to care
Care they did not
Hurt, trauma and abuse
Was what they put me through
For many, many years
My tears flow
Like a river
I wonder if the waters will ever subside

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/18/elemental-writing-challenge-april-18/

Fowc with fandango, prone

I AM PRONE
TO ANGER OUTBURSTS
TO RAGES SO WILD
THEY MAKE OTHERS AFRAID
I AM PRONE
TO HAVING AN ATTITUDE
AND IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, TOUGH!
I AM PRONE
TO BEING THE ALTER EVERYONE LOVES TO HATE
THE ONE MOST PEOPLE ARE AFRAID OF
THE ONE WHO WOULD TURN ON YOU IN A HEARTBEAT
BUT I AM ALSO PRONE
TO PROTECT MY PEOPLE FIERCELY
TO FIGHT FOR US UNTIL THE BITTER END
TO HAVE THE TOUGH CONVERSATIONS
I AM PRONE TO BEING HONEST
STRAIGHT TALKING
A SAY IT LIKE IT IS SORTA PERSON
I AM ME
PRONE TO SO MANY WAYS OF BEING
GET TO KNOW ME
IT’LL BE A WILD RIDE

WRITTEN BY LIZ, AN ALTER IN OUR SYSTEM

 

FOWC with Fandango — Prone

Night time is…

Nights are A scary time for me
Ghosts from my past
Creep in
Unseen faces
Tell me things
Whisper in my ear
Haunt me
I think crazy thoughts
Cant quite stop them
Even though I want to
Sleep does not come
No matter what I do
Holding on
Held together with superglue
I sit, wait
For the night to end
For the daylight to return
Only then
Will I be
Ok, safe, happy