dave11282
25-04-2007, 04:11 AM
Hi all
Just to say hi.
I am recovering from another mental relapse.
I had serious motorcycle accident 25 yrs ago when I was 17.5 yrs old.
I was in denial for yrs that I had psychological damage.
It was only through a breakdown and being forced to have therapy that my eyes & mind were made aware that I had mental health problems, most of which could be traced back to my life threatening event.
I find myself home again
In sorrows sweet embrace
Days of happiness Id found
Again have left my face
The smile that had been there
Now turns into a frown
The sparkle that was in my eyes
Flames have all been drown
My heart that once was racing
Now struggles for a beat
Pieces of my life I had
Are now all incomplete
Tomorrow is another day
At least that’s what they say
But when it comes to love
My heart just won’t obey
It always loves to fast
To hard and way to quick
No one ever gets to close
To a man who is so sick
So once again I loose out
Again I am all alone
Never will I find a love
I may call my own
So sorrow is my only friend
And loneliness my mate
Then solitude my destiny
And suffering my fate
The illness that I carry
Affects my heart and mind
PTSD is my prison
And there I am confined
the above poem was posted by another person in an anxiety forum, for me this sums up my whole past 25yrs.
I am trying so hard at 42 to get out and make new friends at the minute, but it is so hard.
regards
dave
Just to say hi.
I am recovering from another mental relapse.
I had serious motorcycle accident 25 yrs ago when I was 17.5 yrs old.
I was in denial for yrs that I had psychological damage.
It was only through a breakdown and being forced to have therapy that my eyes & mind were made aware that I had mental health problems, most of which could be traced back to my life threatening event.
I find myself home again
In sorrows sweet embrace
Days of happiness Id found
Again have left my face
The smile that had been there
Now turns into a frown
The sparkle that was in my eyes
Flames have all been drown
My heart that once was racing
Now struggles for a beat
Pieces of my life I had
Are now all incomplete
Tomorrow is another day
At least that’s what they say
But when it comes to love
My heart just won’t obey
It always loves to fast
To hard and way to quick
No one ever gets to close
To a man who is so sick
So once again I loose out
Again I am all alone
Never will I find a love
I may call my own
So sorrow is my only friend
And loneliness my mate
Then solitude my destiny
And suffering my fate
The illness that I carry
Affects my heart and mind
PTSD is my prison
And there I am confined
the above poem was posted by another person in an anxiety forum, for me this sums up my whole past 25yrs.
I am trying so hard at 42 to get out and make new friends at the minute, but it is so hard.
regards
dave