Pills

I found a little poem I wrote a number of years ago.  I was writing about taking an antidepressant to deal with some hard life events. I had forgotten about the poem. I hadn’t forgotten the feelings, but time had softened the pain. When I reread the poem, I felt the need to share it on my little goal setting blog. It is okay to get medical help. It is called taking care of yourself.

Pills

I take the pink pill designed to make me Happy, Peaceful, Less Anxious

I swallow it down with  juice and hope that it will work.

I’m still afraid, still nervous and still sad.

If I tell the doctor the truth, will he make me take two?

Off the pink. On to the blue.

I take the blue pill designed to make me Happy, Peaceful, Less Anxious

I swallow it down with juice and I’m Grateful.

I’m feeling a bit stronger this time.