depression is | spoken word poem

depression is | spoken word poem

depression is a strange friend can sometimes feel like your only companion it's the dog you try to put in the backyard and company comes over depression is LeBron James hairline it leaves and it comes back and it leaves and somehow comes back depression is a police officer's gun it doesn't always need a good reason to trigger sometimes it just triggers even in your own home depression is a Beyonce album we don't know when it's gonna come but we anticipate all the pandemonium it streams depression is Beyonce concert all the voices around you can be deafening it is being around all your favorite people doing all your favorite things and still finding life to be despairing it is great paint on rainbows depression is waking up stuck in your bed that feels a lot more like casket hoping to find God in the ceilings depression is the creepy man cat calling at her in the alley it shouldn't be normal but it is pasta do not be offended if I go see a professional it doesn't mean I don't think you can do your job it just means I think she can do her job too like we think professional help is cool for diabetes and pills for high blood pressure but mental illness can only be treated with exorcism depression is repeating to yourself I want to live I want to live I want to live and hoping you'll believe yourself on the twelfth time on Thursday I drag me and all my voices into my therapists office I told her I don't think I'm suicidal I just don't want to live anymore breathing can become so redundant after a while my 21st birthday fell on a Sunday i sat on the voices of a choir floating over me like stars I was a vast emptiness surprised I was still living I always knew I would die young I heard of suicides in the news and I wanted to be sad for them but I was jealous maybe they wanted it more than I did the day Kate Spade hung herself for a moment I thought she was a hero a damsel and depressed that came to her own rescue people thought she gave up on life but on Thursday on Thursday I thought she was a renegade a rogue soldier that finally protested all the ghosts screaming at her at night I saw a magician the way she made the black disappear transformed her thoughts into doves I saw a designer the way she made her mind all pretty and calm again interior decorated the room with her swinging body as the centerpiece maybe in that moment she never felt more in control of her life in her life depression is to be space to be so grand but still so empty and dark to be Island surrounded all of ocean and still thirst to be privileged affording the luxury to think about your depression to be distant to feel like God's afterthought to feel broken and Pierce suspended above a hill along depression sounds a lot like Jesus no sounds negligent to speak of him this way so always sounded blasphemous to those who wanted him to be so God but not so human depression is being betrayed by friends questioned by family mocked and beaten by enemies it is showing up last to Lazarus deathbed seeing his sister's mourn is being so aware of how grim life really is that you sweat blood it is being in your father's counseling office in Gethsemane 'he's God and only to be left naked and forsaken on wooden sticks the true vine crushed and destined out to dry on the cross and ferment in a grade you think you didn't know what it was like to be depressed to be stricken with grief a man quite fond of sorrows learned his obedience through suffering became a curse like depression on a cross for us sometimes telling us just to be happy is a mocking dismissal but I save your friend he listens he weeps he says I know I know what it is like to be sorrowed unto death and still fight for joy we do not have a redeemer unable to sympathize with our temptations but one who was tempted in every way yet without falling yet without losing grip of you you are not alone in the spaces of your darkness when your bed feels a lot more like casket there is still hope to resurrect to new mercies at morning for all the confused God is certain for all the unstable and mind Christ is steadfast and one day one day we will laugh about sorrow and death like it was an old inside joke among friends because depression may have my mind sometimes but it is too weak to carry my soul despondency will never know eternity death will never know my spirit depression is now y'all it is now forever

22 thoughts on “depression is | spoken word poem

  1. One day we will laugh about sorrow and death like it was an old inside joke among friends 😔✊🏼

  2. Thank you for this, I really believe the Lord is taking on a journey of healing from a lot of things including anxiety and depression but recently I've been feeling discouraged. First it was encouragement from church now this video. What a Wonderful Counselor we have!

  3. That Jesus could know what it's like to feel this way… I've never at all fathomed…but now I wonder…

    Thank you for this.

  4. I've been through my weakest moments in the last few months struggling with debilitating anxiety and OCD that leaves me depressed and sometimes even suicidal. It's been so bad I can barely work, I can't think straight or really do anything. This popped up on my feed last night and the Lord knew I needed to see it. I definitely sobbed my heart out. Praise Jesus for going through what he did for a sinful and wicked person like me. Life isn't always rainbows and butterflies even as a Christian. I struggle all the time but man, I needed a reminder that my savior struggled too.. and the pain he went through will never even amount to the small pain I go through. It seems like the end of the world being crippled with anxiety and fear and sadness but Christ died to set me free. I will endure till the end. I will be strong for him.

  5. A friend sent this to me. I've struggled with depression for two years. The worst part is the constant feeling that no one understands what I'm going through, the feeling of being utterly alone. I related to this so much and I really needed to hear it right now. You reminded me that I am not alone. That there is hope. Thank you.

  6. 😭💫💫This is such a mind-blowing and beautiful piece Joesph. Thank you for sharing!

  7. Listened once in an obnoxiously loud truck full of noise. I'll be back again then again and then again until my friend depression gets the gist.

  8. Thank you, thank you, thank you! 😭😭😭😭😭 Such an eloquent word picture of what I have endured for some time but have never been able to quite verbalize when asked, "How are you doing? ". It just showed up one day and made its self at home and never left. No amount of medication or self medication stops the voices. And you were soooooooo spot on about the pastors. I shall save and send when I don't have the words nor the energy to breathe or simply "be".

  9. Joseph Solomon is Gifted. Yet, I just know that his ability to resonate with us emotionally comes from his own suffering and trials. Let's continue to pray for him. As much as it's relatable it's also an insight of just what this messenger goes through in order to deliver this message to help us

  10. Thank you for being so eloquent in describing how Jesus might have experienced depression. Solid.

  11. This hit home, battle with depression every now and then, but my strength is in Jesus, He gives me the strength to carry on and overcome the dark spaces.

  12. "Depression is now you'll, it is not forever" how sweet this hope. Teach me patience, Lord on you do I wait.

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