Reseña

As I publish this, I am seventeen years old. I’ve always had a creative mind and been interested in the arts; reaching my teen years, I found a liking to literature and poetry. When I began struggling with major depression at fifteen, my solace became writing poems. It was a method to get my feelings out and express them to others in ways I failed to do with verbal words.
I wrote the majority of the following works when I was at my lowest mentally last year, but my goal is not to seek pity– it is to reach all those who have felt the same as I and let them know that they are not alone. That we share our feelings. And to provide the same comfort that writing them once gave me. It is also reassurance that circumstances do improve. I, myself, used to believe that I was hopeless, but now, months later, I am much better, and if I was able to get better (despite full-heartedly thinking healing was a myth and that there was no saving me), so can you. Have patience with yourself and treat yourself as you’d treat somebody else who was undergoing the same as you.

I hope you enjoy the poems.