Bedridden Depression

by Love   Jun 23, 2018


I've secluded myself.
Bedridden for almost two years.
Arms to weak to wash my hair.
Trapped in filth,
And utter despair.

And I ask God,
"Why am I here?
What is the purpose of all of this?
When clearly,
All I want to do,
Is die..."

I'm still waiting,
With bended ear,
For that longing answer.

And yet,
God appears;
To be no where in sight.

(I guess some of God's children,
Are never meant to flourish...)

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  • 6 years ago

    by Blank

    I never had to deal with depression to myself, I've been sad at times yes, but nothing compared to those who suffer this terrible thing. But I have looked after (And still do) my mother who suffers from depression. I can feel your hurt, your sense of worthlessness.
    But somehow we survive. We survive for those who can't.

  • 6 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Long term illness especially when it confines you to bed can make you feel like life has no purpose. Never give up hope. Life has a way of bringing challenges that seem insurmountable but you are stronger than you think. Sending you a big hug. Milly x

  • 6 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    So many including myself suffer from depression of all kind. You are here for a reason and you have a purpose and your depression does not define you. I am here for you. Hugs

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