Is for help.
Help is not wanted when I am depressed.
Help seems like the doorway to shame and more pain.
Help is what sane people ask for.
Help is feared.
Real help comes when I least expect it.
It is the sleep that has been eluded.
It is the appetite that comes back.
It is a surprise visitor that doesn’t know I am depressed.
It is when
I am asked to help
and find that I am able to give it.