| Depressionville Hotel |
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This is a poem written by Shelley Haggard. The reason I decided to post this here is because I feel very strongly about what anxiety, depression, sadness, and dwelling can do to a person and how they choose to live their life. I went through a period in my life where I became so involved with what was going on with me, with my life, that I nearly shut everyone out. I lost a lot of perfect and forever relationships and became someone entirely different. I chose to live my life that way and be sad. Every direction you look I swear there is another way out, there is a solution, there is a light - so don't pretend you didn't see it. Welcome to Depressionville. I see you found your way here once again! Have you any guesses as to how much time you'll spend? Please just sign the register and we'll let the critics know you're here. Remember, you should mumble words and keep communications quite unclear. I see you have some baggage; actually, you've brought quite a lot! But, of course, this is the place for it; this is the perfect spot. Oh! Guilt and fear are with you; yes, of course, that's quite all right. We wouldn't want you sleeping well; that really ruins OUR nights. There are things to eat at the sideboard: just words and junk and pain. All the things that you can't swallow now will, of course, be served again. Yes! Welcome to Depressionville! We're all so glad you've come. Let us know what we might do to keep you feeling numb. May your stay be long and bitter; may your problems keep piling on. May your tortured soul keep bleeding until all you love is gone. |