Notwithstanding my previous reply to your post , I have been fishing around my past rhymes to try to find some appropriate ones to share for this scenario.
My choice was between the many rhymes that focussed upon depression and/or those that dealt with PTSD. On this occasion I think that the PTSD ones might be more relevant.
These rhymes were written for people who had a different cause of their stress and depression. Nonetheless, there might be something within the messages that you could benefit from.
POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER.
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
Is an emotional marauder.
It intrudes upon your life.
Giving you emotional strife.
A major trauma’s stress it brings.
Or mounting up of minor things.
Stressful, mindful mutilation.
It’s when your mind takes a big knock.
As earthquake and it’s aftershock.
Knocking you from your momentum.
This stress’s notoriety.
Is causing great anxiety.
Amazing what a kick it packs.
Both trauma and its own flashbacks.
Shakes up your ability.
After such an incidence.
You start to lose your confidence.
Your perception starts to alter.
Your whole life begins to falter.
It isn’t just the helplessness.
What gets you is the hopelessness.
Your mind just goes all round the place.
You’re in a world that you can’t face.
You focus on the negatives.
And fill yourself with sedatives.
You need to understand these things.
And all the problems that it brings.
Then you need to work it through.
‘Till it no longer bothers you.
This is true, ask anyone.
But it’s easier said than done!
B. Withers 2012
POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER 2.
How is it affecting me?
This thing they call P.T.S.D.
My mind is working overtime.
But still it’s sinking in quicklime.
In fast forward, stuck in gear.
If I shout, no one will hear.
This stress is never audible.
And certainly not laudable.
The aftershocks of mindful stress.
This causes me the most distress.
They spring up when I’m unaware.
It makes this thing seem so unfair.
The thing that makes me most annoyed.
Is when it makes me paranoid.
There is no one that I can trust.
It’s like my friendship bank’s gone bust.
From everyone I might be harmed.
Unless somehow they are disarmed.
This does not help as in the end.
I’m losing every single friend.
Black clouds of great immensity.
Make way for animosity.
All this bitterness or course.
Can be a most destructive force.
Though from post-trauma it has grown.
It gains a power of its own.
You no longer have companionships.
For it destroys relationships.
I’ve told you what post-trauma means.
As a painter paints his scenes.
And I hope by doing this.
I can come back from this abyss.
B. Withers 2012
POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER 3.
After trauma there’s some time.
When you don’t feel in your prime.
When you have taken a big knock.
There’s bound to be an aftershock.
Trauma does not show respect.
Its affects will resurrect.
It takes you back into your past.
And so the trauma die is cast.
It repeats time and again.
Regurgitating all that pain.
It doesn’t seem to go away.
So it stays with you every day.
You feel okay and then you find.
Your confidence is undermined.
The flashbacks from the trauma pain.
All come flooding back again.
Everything is black and white.
When you’re feeling so uptight.
With everyone you will find fault.
For everyone is an assault.
Your actions are foreseeable.
And very disagreeable.
As you become inflexible.
The damage’s inestimable.
It’s more likely you’ll succumb.
The more dogmatic you become.
For there’s no doubt rigidity.
After trauma you should relax.
Let your inner strengths climax.
Move from the traumas and in lieu.
Try some things entirely new.
B. Withers 2012
In: A Thesis on Constructive Conversations Inversed 2012 )