Savage Ocean
This is PTSD. This is mental illness. This is survival.
I don't know whats to become of me
I've been out of the psych ward for three weeks
Been in partial hospitalization for eight
Been in free fall for one year
And been fighting this battle for decades.
Drugs almost killed me as an adult
But thank god I found them as a suicidal 12-year-old
Otherwise, there might not be a me in this world...
And now I'm grateful for my sobriety
I have an army of sisters behind me
But it was only a matter of time, before this brain chemistry of mine, pulled me back into the abyss...
Saturating my brain in opiates is no longer an option so I face my demons with no crutch
I get beat down each day but somehow still keep popping back up
Like a bright orange buoy, in a savage ocean, like some relentless, demented, type of devotion,
To staying visible, and on top,
Even though every day I so badly I want it to stop that I think about ending my own life constantly...
I remember pointing pistols at bumps in the night
Caught in the grips of fight or flight
Praying if I pull the trigger I miss
Because I no longer have control over this
I need a miracle
I have been praying for so long
And I'm still out here, floating...
Caught in the grips of the savage ocean
The shell of my being eroded
By the stinging of the salt water and whatever else the tide may bring
The smothering, sinking, incessantly unforgiving...
And yet, I am reminded of the smoothest rocks on the shore,
Made that way, edges softened, by the churning of the storm...
There are many of us, silenced, by stigma and shame
So this is an SOS, please hear my voice, however, strained
Just for today, I will hold on tighter, as tight as my weary hands will allow
And just for today, I will share my pain,
Because pains ultimate utility is to help someone else
I just want you to know that you are not alone
And I hope my progress has shown,
Because since writing this poem,
I have gotten help...
And found a safer home, within myself...
And I owe it to a community
In the same boat as me
So please reach out
Because you don’t need to suffer alone
There is recovery, there is hope,
And you are not alone.
Tess Bergin
"Tesstamona"
Written in March 2017.
Published on Vocal April 2019.
About the Creator
Tess Bergin
Singer/Songwriter/Poet. Recovering heroin addict, chronic PTSD/mental illness fighter. A lot of my writing will be surrounding those topics- addiction and mental health. And of course, relationships. Music/Artist name: Tesstamona.
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