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Posted by Fallingstar on August 31, 2004, at 8:07:00
My mind is on fire
When I awaken in fear
My eyes cannot see
For they cry blinding tearsI've no one to hold
For I am alone
In a world full of strangers
And I am unknownI love like a warrior
And my voice sweet, yet unheard
If I could fly away forever
I would fly like a birdI do not choose pain or sorrow
When reality is near
I wish I could flee
Oh why am I hereIs life a nightmare or a blessing
Can it unfold
Into a peaceful existence
With joy to behold.I await this each day
In the cavern where I hide
If only my maker
Would send peace inside.
Posted by Atticus on August 31, 2004, at 9:24:55
In reply to Why am I here?, posted by Fallingstar on August 31, 2004, at 8:07:00
Hi fallingstar,
In my darkest hours, I asked myself the same question: Why was I put on this planet when I don't seem to be experiencing anything but pain -- so much pain that it wraps itself around me and keeps me from reaching out to the rest of the world. I have clinical depression with panic disorder, and one of the worst aspects of this illness is the sense of isolation it brings, and the way it can affect my behavior to make it more likely that I'll remain socially and emotionally isolated. I'm glad you're reaching out through writing; I find it makes it easier to share some of my blackest moments because it's an act of creation as well as a form of expression. I can't answer the big cosmic "Why am I here?" but I can answer the little "Why am I here?" So I can read your poems. ;) Atticus
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