Below is Ethar’s poem “Almost”, and her artwork of what helps her make it through the day.
“I will go down to the lake
And dip my toes in the blue-green water,
Tadpoles tickling my feet.
It would be a cliché scene
If it weren’t for my bottle of morning Prozac
Sitting beside me,
On the grass.
It will be a good morning,
The sun rising above me
Like a citrus fruit that smolders a rusty scarlet.
I will lie down on my back
And let a ladybug crawl over my chest.
No one will stare at me
Until maybe I start muttering
To the voices talking to me
To leave me alone.
I will not look different—
I will not be different
Unless I lie there, frozen,
Too weighed down
To even shoo away the birds
That gather
On my head.”
Ethar’s blog, containing more of her thoughts, work, and art, much of which is focused on mental health, can be found here.
Remember-you are not broken, and you are loved.
-DK
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