For years I suffered from crippling social anxiety, stress and depression.  It took a long time and a lot of hard work to get to where I am now.  This poem is to help people understand three who are now where I was then.

It’s An Illness, Not A Choice

Another day has dawned and I,
Still lost within my mind,
I wander aimless through it’s halls,
By memory designed.

I know that I should face my day,
But Iangorous I remain,
For in my mind all things work out,
And I control my pain.

The voices in my head come out,
And talk to me all day.
They laugh and fight and carry on,
They race about and play.

With all that goes on in my head,
The real world fades.
I get lost in the wonder of,
My own internal parades.

My friends all say I should get out,
And join the world again.
I say I will and mean it too,
I’m kind of vague on when.

I think today may be the day,
Start planning in my head.
But now it’s dark and here I am,
Still planning in my bed.

So here I am and here I stay,
Can’t say when I’ll stop by.
For I am trapped here in my head,
Enough to make you cry.

Cheers, Winston