Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: Depression
June 9th, Britain
Sitting in bed Waiting for the world to end Or maybe to start. My heart A battlefield of friends And enemies Love and passion Embers fizzling in the rain The aftermath. Scared to read, scared not to read Fearmongers long for both But my… Continue Reading “June 9th, Britain “
Talking with the Morning
Monday Morning Moods I read an article in the e-zine I write for (Pagan Pages), about speaking with our morning spirits. I liked the article because it encourages you to address your own moods in a morning, and points out that it doesn’t matter… Continue Reading “Talking with the Morning”
Anxiety Vs Meditation
My article this month on Pagan Pages comes from an older blog I did about trying to meditate, when your mind and body are wracked with anxiety. Chronic in my case, but reactive can be just as destructive. Read the full blog here. I… Continue Reading “Anxiety Vs Meditation”
Midwinter Madness
I’m sat in the doctor’s waiting room about to unveil a tale of woe for my long suffering GP. I’m coughing my guts up, but that’s not even on my list; a list I have to bring or my mushy brain will inevitably cause… Continue Reading “Midwinter Madness “
Vice: Depression
No, I don’t mean a vice like smoking, or drinking, although I do succumb to those from time to time. Today’s depression is like an actual vice, the kind you had in wood work class, and my brain is the substitute for the two-by-four.… Continue Reading “Vice: Depression”
Coming Home to Mouldy Guacamole
I almost wish it were A metaphor for death; decay! Instead you’ll be surprised To hear me say That coming home to Mouldy guacamole Holy moley! Guacamole! Is actually a measure Of my happiness My pleasure Green and lumpy Like it should be Now… Continue Reading “Coming Home to Mouldy Guacamole”
Hopelessly Tangled
Whilst clearing out my handbag, amidst the tobacco dust and tissues were two of my favourite necklaces, tangled beyond recognition as two separate items. I pulled at the chains gently, but was unsure where to start. ‘This is my life’, I thought, depressively. Yes,… Continue Reading “Hopelessly Tangled”
Writing Therapy
I find writing a wonderful coping mechanism. If in doubt, write it out! Poems, songs, even random ramblings all help me put my thoughts into some kind of order; left to their own devices, they squabble and have no pecking order, but on the… Continue Reading “Writing Therapy”
The Things that People Say
He says you are one of a kind I frown and agree He frowns and looks away The words are the same But on very different pages. She says you’re the most together Person that I know I laugh and table slap She’s shaking… Continue Reading “The Things that People Say”
Mabh Savage 