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Still in this place… I don’t even know who I am right now…. that is a picture of me…and yes it is real blood.. and to all the people who read this that message me about not liking this “depression” writing I do…you don’t have to read it, no one makes you…so don’t whinge (sorry if that sounds harsh) not sure if I meant it or not… anyways..

How maniac depression affects the mind.

Just a bit about what goes on in my mind mostly due to a form of autism called aspurgers.

Depression drags you down, and it’s hard to get up again. I hope some of my ideas help.

Depression poetry.

I wrote this poem when I was really in a long depression, I was so down and the only thing that helped me to move forward in my life was to write down my feelings. If you feel like me in the poem you are probably depressed too.

This poem is about ways to avoid depression.

Poem about a fellow who is in serious need of sleep.