Chill Pill

pexels-photo-271171

In my twenty years of suffering with mental illness, I have had a love-hate relationship with my meds! My illness itself has certainly changed course. After many years in the throes of crippling depressions sprinkled with the odd mania, my depressions are mostly fleeting, and it is the mania which is my mainstay. I have, like many people with a serious mental illness, done the rounds of the psych meds. They have been both the bane of my life and the saviour.

I now take my meds religiously, to ward off the worst effects of my mania and psychosis. After all, who wants to be the Virgin Mary, whilst possessing supernatural powers to heal and at the same time blowing thousands of pounds on frivolities?

Here’s a little poem I wrote about the dreaded pills….

CHILL PILL
Hail! Oh hallowed Saviour
Of society
This crazy epidemic of
Insanity,
Life between the veils
What’s real, what’s fantasy?
Clutching, clawing, grasping
At reality.
Go chill, take a pill, the sane mill,
Travesty,
It’s uncool, madness, such an insane
Malady.
Yet grounding, rooting, back to body
Gravity,
Miracles of modern medics
Clarity.
So take it, just a pill, for total
Equanimity.

© Sarah Drury