It’s late at night, the world’s asleep
But my noisy mind keeps me awake.
My antidepressant isn’t working tonight,
So my broken soul cries out for death.
I toss and turn for hours and hours,
Then an idea for an article enters my head.
I leap towards my journal in a hurry.
If I wait a minute longer, I’ll forget.
It’s moments like this when I’m glad I have depression
For it keeps me up at night and gives me interesting thoughts,
Thoughts that only dare visit me when I wish I were dead.
Please note that I am not trying to romanticize depression in any way. All I am saying is that depression is a terrible thing that also has one or two benefits. If you have insomnia, depression, or are suicidal, please consult a mental health professional.