Depression
poem by Shandrea Murphy
Stop calling me for stuff!
I can’t be here for you right now I’m too busy trying to be depressed. I know I’m the strong one The one that always has your back, But I’m honestly just not in the mood right now. I’ve got my own stress to deal with My own health the worry about And I need my own time My own space My own energy I can’t share any of it with you I don’t even have enough to sustain myself I can’t even get out of bed Please just let me lie here Eat my snacks And wait for this cloud to pass. It comes around often. Usually when I’ve hit a turnpike There’s a major life change When I have to accept that some things really ARE outside of my control When I get the sense that I have somehow failed even if I don’t know at what Basically, whenever I allow myself to feel anything. I never know when it’s coming I don’t feel it until I’m already submerged. When I find it hard to indulge in my favorite hobbies When bed becomes more satisfying than a walk in the park When I can’t sleep at night and have to make up for it during the day When I roll my eyes at the sight of your name on my phone At the thought of anybody needing me for anything right now. I know you only call because you trust me You know that I’ll be there For whatever you need Even if it inconveniences me Even if I don’t feel like it And most of the time I really don’t Times like this make me hate that I give good advice That I’m so loyal Rational Understanding And appear not to judge. Dammit, why do I have to be such a good person? And if I’m so good Why does this happen to me? Aren’t good people supposed to be happy? Why can’t being there for you Be enough for me? Why can’t I take pride in being that listening ear That advocate I may not be the shoulder you can cry on But I’ll be the person that makes you forget to cry But right now I need to take care of myself I can’t be here for you I need to be here for me. It’s for me to give myself some good advice Tell myself that everything will be ok That this is just something that people go through. It’s time for me to come up with solutions for myself. You see Just like you depend on me I depend on me. Just like you need me I need me. I’m my own comforter. So please, Just take a little time to need someone else. I can’t be good to you If I’m not good to myself. |
About the writer
Shandrea is a 28-year-old mother, writer, and public servant. She grew up in the small city of Little Rock, AR assisting her grandmother with the care of mentally and physically ill family members. This life gave her a keen insight into the difficulties faced by families who struggle with poverty, disabilities, and limited resources which led to her interest in the public service field. Since receiving her Bachelor’s Degree in Anthropology, and Certification in Nonprofit Management from UA Little Rock in 2016, Shandrea has spent time developing communications for city government and nonprofit agencies within the Little Rock area, and managing her blogs The Insouciant Bibliophile, and Miscellaneous Announcements.
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