Seasonal Affective Disorder
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lizziebevisI remain loyal until the end...
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A personal battle of mine, now the days are getting shorter and I feel a little bit miserable because of it. Written in an attempt to pull myself out of this puddle of gloom!

Seasonal Affective Disorder

Winter stripped my colour, It surrendered to the brisk wind and with its cold hostile blast, I was undone. Winter dispersed my radiant glow and I no longer shine with the sun.

Winter stole the colour From my own happy thoughts that I recollect, My vivid plans and imagination are no longer in motion. I remember how rain washed my dreams away and they sank to the dark depths of the ocean.

Winter took my colour Grey clouds defy my pleas to bloom. I recall how the world looked so much brighter drenched in the summer sun, but winter brings darker days and woeful thoughts that grip me a little tighter.

Winter erased my colour It is so personal and no one really knows. Every year in winter, the gloom takes me unwillingly Deep within my tormented mind, depression lingers here casting its shadow of complexity.

The medication helps a little, With time my mind casts to thoughts of happier things and optimism starts to grow. Some days are better than others, although it is something I have to live with and I know that it will never go.

My depression isn't black, It is the colour of the most beautiful vivid rose, It is the light orange glow that you find in a sunset and it is the golden warm colour of a sandy beach, A warm summers day with pure light blue skies...

My depression isn't black, It is the colour of the most beautiful vivid rose, It is the light orange glow that you find in a sunset and it is the golden warm colour of a sandy beach, A warm summers day with pure light blue skies... but they all feel out of my reach.

My depression isn't grey It is purple like my favourite garden lavender aroma, It is bright green blades of grass dancing and swaying and memories of my favourite school teacher Mrs Perkins, I remember her bright pink lipstick...

My depression isn't grey It is purple like my favourite garden lavender aroma, It is bright green blades of grass dancing and swaying and memories of my favourite school teacher Mrs Perkins, I remember her bright pink lipstick... Although sadly she passed away.

Winter removed my colour Now everything is too bright, I suppose sometimes darkness is just as blank as light. I will hide my dismal thoughts inside, until Spring lifts my mood and puts my mind right.

Lizzie Bevis

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