Where I go, I feel everything
Where I’ll stay, no one knows
How true is love and miracles?
When there’s no place to go?
I need my friends
I need an end
I need hope
I need forever loving
Don’t lead me astray
Just lead me to a place
Where dreams can come true
I need this, I need you
© Tina Cousins 2013
The above was written just a few moments ago, I am going through a very dark few months. My family has had a lot of bad luck and a lot of skeletons in closets are starting to fall out, it’s destroying the extensive family and it’s literally killing the younger members of the family.
A fortnight ago I lost my cousin, she was only thirty years old and she had four kids. My brother was very close to her; in fact they lived next door to each other and shared dinners regularly as he was supporting her as a single mother, despite having his own family to care for too. I heard news that my brothers depression has got far worse that he attempted suicide last night, thankfully he was unsuccessful but up until two hours ago he was unable to breath independently, unfortunately we live too far apart that I couldn’t be with him and I only got the news an hour ago. The machines were turned off and he is now breathing without assistance, which is a blessing.
I have also been diagnosed with manic depression a few months ago as well, so my mood goes up and down like a yo-yo and I have been told that it could be the depression which has caused a lot of my long-term illnesses to get worse and I am in a vicious cycle of poor health and depression feeding off each other, if you understand me?
It’s a big blow to me because up until an hour ago I was feeling really happy and I thought I was getting over my depression as I’ve been on a BIG high because of this blog and because I was treated to a new wardrobe of clothes last month and I started to do myself up again, taking an interest in my appearance again, which has been non-existent for a year now.
Needless to say I’ve been in tears, but I have got to a point in my life I talk endlessly about things as my coping mechanism, I am not one to mope around in silence. I’ve done that for years, it made things worse; weird enough talking about things so openly is better therapy for me.
I have no idea what the ditty was I wrote above, I don’t know if it’s a poem or a song or a litany and it literally came from nowhere. This happens at times, it’s like I go into a trance and write poems and I have no idea what I’ve written until it’s finished.
Sometimes I get my best work doing that. Well anyway, song or poem, I hoped you liked it.