The next day

22 veterans take their own lives each day. That’s the statistic that they gave me at the veteran’s hospital when I was there last time.

I had been suffering from nervous exhaustion and felt really bad. They placed me in the hospital for about six months. Yes. It was that bad.

No matter how bad it feels, the next day might be better. It might be worse, but it might be better. It all changes with gratitude checks.

Yesterday, I wrote this poem about depression and paranoia. I wrote and getting it out helped a little. I fell asleep and when I woke up, it was like another me. I was just grateful.

I felt grateful to be alive and that was it. If someone had told me when I was writing the poem to be grateful, I would have felt worse. Luckily, my friend just told me that the feelings of depression would just stay around as long as they would. There was nothing to do but “slog through it.” It was just what I needed to hear.

Today, I am feeling much better and will write a poem later about outings. It just takes a day. Just sit.

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