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An Explanation

I wrote this long ago, when I needed to explain my mental health to my mother. I hope these words reach you.

By Caitlyn WenzelPublished 5 months ago 2 min read

It’s as if the world presented you

A plethora of problems

None of which you have the answer to

It’s feeling like you’re targeted

Logic disregarded and

You hardly even care

Cause your friends seem hardly there

But the demons keep on scheming

From your massive mental lair

It’s not fair

It’s a brand of sadness

That can feel all-consuming

Where even without playing the game

You feel like you are losing

It’s confusing

Like a labyrinth

A place where even the golden Midas touch

Only weighs heavy in your heart

The responsibility: too much

You’re in a rush

But you constantly feel tired

You feel so uninspired

Like you’re hanging by a wire

And you’re so lonely

Even people who are present

Sometimes feel hesitant

And they don’t know how to help you

You respond “I feel that way too”

Because when your trapped in another world

That no one else can reach

You feel isolated

By the walls no one can breach

I’m choking

By just trying to live my life

It’s like a virus,

Uninvited, has wrought havoc on my mind

I’m far from fine

I know it’s much worse from time to time

But coping strategies

Are just tragedies

That are struggling with their identity

I feel constantly guilty

As if I’m to blame for the nonsensical turmoil

But trying to push mental illness away

Is like fighting aliens with tinfoil

I might as well say the sky is falling

World is ending

Apocalypse come to fruition

I’m sorry I can’t be clearer

My mind has no definition

And I know I make pain sound poetic

But really it just seems pathetic

Like a damsel in distress

Who only expects the best

But beggars can’t be choosers

When life presents its tests

I confess

I wish it wasn’t like this

Wish I didn’t feel pressured

By problems no one else can see

I wish it was truly explicable

Wish others could understand me

But if it makes you feel any better

I feel just as lost as you

Dealing with this for years

It’s really nothing new

But

I don’t know how to help me

I don’t know how to help you

I catch myself off guard every time

Mental Health

About the Creator

Caitlyn Wenzel

I don't live to write, I write to live.

Poetry is what I need in order to feel human again, and again.

Let me transform the unspeakable.

I hope my words can reach you.

- Caitlyn

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  • Krysha Thayer5 months ago

    I share in your struggle so I completely understand the meaning behind this piece. You've really shared your version of mental health well here (everyone's experience is different) and I feel like I "met" you through your words. I hope this helped your family understand you a bit more too. Very well written!

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