When I last participated in Poetry Friday I spoke of Emily Dickinson and Mental Illness. Today, I re-visit the theme and bring this topic out for discussion. There’s still a lot of stigma around mental illness, a lot of it related to the lack of education and understanding about it. In my own struggle with Depression, I have found people who would easily trivialize the matter, which in most cases is detrimental. People with mental illness will have to live with their illness. There is no real cure. And it is important for us to accept it without feeling self-hatred and guilt towards having the illness, belief that we can do something about it and the courage to act on our belief.
In the thick of my depression in 2014, I found myself working on an abstract painting I called Fighting Dragons. I was having a bad day and I wasn’t about to give in to it. The phrase Fighting Dragon has since then become my metaphor for what it’s like living with depression. I don’t get to slay it, it never dies, I just get to fight it whenever it comes. Today’s poem carries that metaphor in the title and I write this as my own conversation with people I know who are struggling with their own dragons. Thank you Robyn for hosting today’s Poetry Friday. Head to her blog for more poems.