Heavy

Mental health issues exist as a thing that has rarely, until more recently, been considered as a substantially important issue, or else been regarded with its due levity, least of all in popular culture, or therefore been appreciated, for want of a better word, by the populace. Perhaps more and more, of late, it is openly discussed, as 'depression' becomes not only a commonly found phrase used among everyone of all ages; to describe even school children as much as doctors, dentists, service workers- woe, the fathomless depths of the artist...
   Jokes aside, it is an issue that has moved me to some length and is something I have 'entertained', as much as embraced, at times. It becomes a focus of my work, to some extent, and I believe there will be a time when societies, at large, will be capable of openly discussing all relevant and personable- even animal- issues with a peaceful and serious accord.

I suppose the idea is, we should learn to shrug off our old lives in favour of a new life- a new identity to befit a new way of thinking and living; one that includes a shared and divested sense of worth, for self and all alike.

Anyway- this piece, in particular was written, what seems now, a lifetime away- and one (anyone?) need not fear any implication of deed through word.

Peace.

X

I am oppressed by all of my
belongings; I am oppressed by my
thoughts and feelings. I think, often, of
relieving myself of my material burdens; of
shrugging off this life.