Pheonix
By. Rachelle Foster
It’s been several months
since I last wrote a poem.
Some time ago
in dark days
my creativity was stolen.
In what seemed like an eternity
that passed by
in a glum haze,
I struggled to transfer feelings
from my head
to the page.
But I’m back now
to tell you my story.
And never again
will I say that I’m sorry,
for taking some time out
to deal with demons
that forced me to struggle
with reality
and reason.
Every day
I am showered with memories of hospital beds.
Of white rooms,
sterile sheets,
and people
telling me there’s something wrong with my head.
Up until now
I’ve been embarrassed
and I’ve kept quiet,
when it comes to the conversation regarding mental health
incase I might start a riot
or be told that I’m lying.
My granny always tells me
that the best remedy
for depression
is to have a cry on your own.
But why should you cry on your own
if you’re already feeling alone?
We’re living in a world
where we’re told
to buck up
shut up
keep it together.
So excuse me for telling you
that I’m at the end of my tether
and that I still have to wish
that the awareness
around mental health
would get better.
Yeah yeah,
we’ve come a long way,
but in my darkest days
my biggest fear
was being labeled
crazy or insane.
Because of this,
I lived for so long in denial
and my illness had the chance to develop
for quite a while.
Until it became critical.
And so
I took so much longer to heal.
So this one
goes out to all of you
who are ‘staying strong’,
who are silenced
for fear
that what they’re feeling
is wrong.
I’m here to tell you
to not be ashamed,
that life is hard
and it’s okay
if it’s causing you pain.
But more people than you know
are going through it too
and once you start to open up
you’ll start to notice who
and it might surprise you.
Learn that talking about this
is not a taboo.
I’m Rachelle
I’ve been burned alive
and crumbled to ashes
but like a phoenix,
I rise.
I’m reborn
and this time
I am back with more passion.
Life doesn’t stop
because you’ve been mentally unwell
and trust me,
while I know some days
are a personal hell,
like I said; I have a story to tell.
I’ve been diagnosed with terms such as
schizophrenic,
bipolar,
depression,
anxiety,
but one thing I’ve learnt
is that those labels don’t define me.
They don’t measure me.
They don’t describe to you
the story of my recovery.
And what they don’t tell you,
is that I wake up
every morning
I battle my demons
and to the skies
I start soaring.
What doesn’t kill you
but tries to
does make you stronger.
I know it’s fucking cheesy
but hang on a little longer,
listen to what I’m trying to say.
We only have night
so we can have day.
Darkness and light
live within all of us.
We’re all the same.
So don’t worry,
you’re not ‘going insane’,
today is just a bad day.
Things will get better,
I can promise you that.
And the more you do
to keep your mind intact,
the brighter the sun will shine tomorrow
and that’s a fact.
Take me
as living proof,
that by speaking out
and being loud and proud,
you have nothing to lose.
You might inspire someone
or even yourself
with the stories that you have to tell.
So sing them
and shout them
because they’ll only help
in battling the stigma
towards illnesses in mental health.
— phoenix
Rachelle recently trained at Brighton Journalist Works on their intensive fast-track course for her NCTJ Diploma in Journalism. She graduated in June 2018 and since then has gained multiple work experiences on Brighton-based news desks and been commissioned by national publications such as VICE UK. She currently teaches English to ESL students in Barcelona and is interested in freelance work to accompany her teaching hours.
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