Despite what I have been dealing with. My anxiety and depression usually manage to subside. My wife on the other hand has it far worse (her bipolar isn’t on a constant which I am grateful for) even with multiple meds and a therapist and a psychiatrist, she is at times pushed over the edge and will spiral. I always keep a “friends” statement of “Do you know what you are getting into?” prior to getting married in the back of my mind. Yes, I did know that at times life would be even more challenging than it is for other people.
Unlike her, I’ve never been hospitalized, I’ve always managed to break through and survive. This morning (the week pretty much) has been very challenging. I am grateful for the ice preventing me from leaving her side. Her spiral was triggered by too many long days in a row as a caregiver.
This is a Cento-style poem that I dedicate to my beautiful wife Jessica Rose Snyder who is just as much a survivor as I am. Flower Photos Courtesy of Pexels.com
A WILTED ROSE WILL BLOSSOM So the heart's blood flames, expanding Strenuous,urgent and commanding (A.Crowley, The Wizards Way) Thinking and fighting were finished Retreating and hoping were finished (E.Hemingway, Captives) while I weep - while I weep! (E.A.Poe, A Dream within a dream) I am not cruel,only truthful (S.Plath, Mirror) It's not that I don't feel the pain it's just I'm not afraid of hurting anymore (Paramore, Last Hope) Starting again is part of the plan And I'll be so much stronger holding your hand (Gloria Estefan, Coming out of the dark) Oh if you need a friend I'm sailing right behind ( Simon, Bridge over Troubled Water) I found a dream that I could speak to A dream that I could call my own I found a thrill to press my cheek to A thrill that I've never known (Etta James, At last)