#deoression

Man… I used to look up to you almost hero status You had the house and the wife and the beautiful kids you had a reputation that made everybody want to be your friend You were so smart sometimes even passing theory that sounded like they could be actual science

Late nights in your basement smoking cigarettes and smoking weed you would always tinker on some project on your desk and you were my favorite thing to watch

stoned.

First the house fall apart and that blame is on both of you but I guess I get it, life gets hard sometimes so hard it just won’t crack You were young so we’ll just take the hit Use this as a way to stand up and try again of course your family can come live with me

That’s when I saw, with behavior that I know so very well at first it didn’t bother me drugs take people differently and I know you were smart enough to beat it I had seem you beat it before or you just got real good at hiding it

I guess you were deeper than anyone thought As I watch you bent over and swaying behind your car almost falling over but just barely catch yourself and then yo were gone

You took your kids and wife and vanished and then I didn’t hear anything for months until you started to chase me, and dad when it comes to law and order a family of felonies

Don’t take this the wrong way but I was please when I heard you got picked up and this last time, you don’t get a bail I know how awful jail is I’ve done my time But even in it’s darkness, it can save a soul and now fingers find their home upon the key and I can vomit again freely I found a place hide when my cell doors opened and you will to

Cuando enfermaron mis abuelos, me dediqué a cuidarlos, detuve mis estudios, para poderles dar lo mejor de mí hasta sus últimos días, porque sabía que no los volvería a tener.

Hace 6 años murieron, mi vida se tornó de nuevo gris, pase el duelo más doloroso, volví a terapia y regrese con mi psiquiatra.

Durante mis sesiones con la psicóloga, ella me decía que mis abuelos siempre estarán conmigo, porque están en mi, en mi corazón, en mi memoria, en mis genes. Pero, el dolor era tan inmenso, que no lo podía entender.

6 años me llevó entender, que ese dolor inmenso, era el amor más grande y verdadero que pude sentir.

Y que ellos siempre estarán en mi, porque de ellos tengo sus defectos y virtudes, y en mi memoria están nuestros momentos.

Sigue doliendo, pero no quiero que deje de doler, porque sé que eso es amor ❤️

When every sense is taking in too much information and everything feels far too loud.