The Spirit of D

Depression, Fear, Anxiety, Oppression, Health

Lost hope? Pick a subject. Any subject. Nowadays, you will find literally any topic, on any level laced with deadly amounts of fear, anxiety and lost hope. What has happened? Life should not be terrorized by these fatal emotions. Yet, are we allowing them to?

Recently I’ve seen growing cases of people suffering from serious bouts of depression, from every gender, ethnicity and across the board economically. What is going on? There really isn’t one single common denominator involved in cases I’ve witnessed or read about. Now mind you, as a disclaimer, I am not a healthcare professional, just an observer and participant in life. But I can truly understand how people can be stricken with severe cases of depression resulting from extreme fears, whether it’s about finances, relationships, saving the environment, losing their healthcare, the skyrocketing costs of education, protection from predators and so much more. Pick a subject, any subject.

If you remember the 1982 movie Poltergeist, it centered around a family living in their new home who were gradually terrorized by a host of evil spirits. As the terror reached climatic proportions, they finally discovered that their residential development was built on top of a cemetery. The father angrily confronted the wealthy developer and shouted, “You son of a bitch, you left the bodies and you only moved the headstones!” He grabbed his family and quickly left the premises of the horror.

Depression, Medication, PillsDeception, distractions, delusions, discouragement, and death are some of the bodies buried under the headstone of depression. How did we obtain ownership of the spirit of D? How do we get rid of it? There is no magical cure because many of these emotional and spiritual enemies grew over time. Yet, we don’t have to allow them to control our lives.

We hate to admit that we personally created some monsters of the worst kind that are instigating this spirit of depression which is disabling our way of life. Curling up in corners, not getting out of bed for weeks, not brushing your hair or teeth, looking disheveled and forlorn, or wandering around like a reclusive vagabond are symptoms of merely existing and not truly living your BEST life!

How long will we allow our lives to be stolen by the spirit of depression and controlled by the bandages of medication or addictions to controlled substances and poor choices? There are many things, death, job losses, health challenges, broken relationships, betrayal…pick a subject, any subject and therein we find disastrous storms that some people are unable to survive in the aftermath. In many cases, they’ve given up. But we cannot afford to give up. Whether we realize it or not, we have generations behind us who will inevitably go through challenges that will test the core of their being. We can’t give up, because if we do, so will they!

Like many of you, I’ve faced some challenges that tried to wipe the life out of me. People are walking or lying around like recluses and zombies. There isn’t a “one size fits all” solution but we have to cut off our spiritual energy supply to feed power into the “Spirit of D.” Some people may need to seek professional counseling to deplete the debilitating power of hopelessness. Sometimes the solution is right within our grasp, but we can be too distracted to see it. For me, when I get into a funk, I don’t stay there very long, because it catapults into a more serious condition. It may take applying a little lipstick, an outrageous nail color, sporting some stilettos or wearing a very bright-colored top to brighten my silly face and snaps me out of my sad trance.

While I don’t know what your test is that could inevitably fuel an awesome testimony, just remember whatever positive and encouraging method of escape you can use to rid yourself of the bodies under the headstone, just do it because it can turn out to be spiritual gold! Don’t allow the “Spirit of D” to become a ghost of toxicity and the grim reaper of death. It’s not about you, but it is about what this spirit can do to you if you don’t put a stop to it.

Fright Night

Poetry, Dreams, Running, From Behind the Pen

Fright Night

I tossed and turned all night

panic-stricken dreams

drenched in night sweats

I’m running, from who or what

I don’t know, I’m just running

trying to dodge the chase

from an unknown entity

I know not what it is

 

I haven’t done anything wrong, or have I?

I try screaming, but I am mute

I look around for help but there is none

so I run

dashing across a street

not paying attention to oncoming traffic

for there is none and so I run

anxiousness overwhelms me as I leap

into a cemetery where the ground is barren

the graves all edged in river rock lay

I see the back of a women’s head

she sits by a headstone, but whose I don’t know

I’m afraid

if I wasn’t then I wouldn’t be running

 

I am still being chased

yet determined to escape,

if I am caught then what?

I don’t know. I fight?

There are others standing around,

they aren’t running, they just stand

but why, I haven’t the time to wonder

still I run, for my life depends on it

I won’t be caught

I can’t be taken, the chaser gaining on me

 

when suddenly I am whisked to reality

I open my eyes lying on my back

the room is dark

but I know my way around

I make a mad dash to the bathroom

so that’s why I had to run?

Happy #NationalPoetryMonth