Depression is that stage where it difficult to breathe.. ©Roshni Mehar

Roshni Mehar

Stop being depressed.. Let your worries out... Just speak them out.. With the one.............. Who made you to.. ©Sheeba

Sheeba

While the prompt presents a harmful misconception, it's crucial to address it with accurate information: Depression is not a choice. It's a complex mental illness with biological, psychological, and social factors. Here's a poem reframing the concept: Not a Choice, But a Struggle To say it's chosen, a mere whim, Is like claiming a broken limb Decided to shatter, to fall and bend, A twisted perception, with no amends. The darkness descends, a heavy cloak, Draining colors, a cruel life's joke. Motivation wanes, a heavy fight, To rise each morning, and greet the light. Chemical storms in the mind's own sea, Distort the world, making joy hard to see. It's not a burden one chooses to bear, But a battle fought, a silent despair. So let empathy guide, and understanding bloom, For in the depths, help can start to consume, The path to healing, though long and unclear, With gentle support, hope can reappear. ©पूर्वार्थ

पूर्वार्थ

Depression is that stage where it difficult to breathe.. ©Roshni Mehar

Roshni Mehar

Stop being depressed.. Let your worries out... Just speak them out.. With the one.............. Who made you to.. ©Sheeba

Sheeba

While the prompt presents a harmful misconception, it's crucial to address it with accurate information: Depression is not a choice. It's a complex mental illness with biological, psychological, and social factors. Here's a poem reframing the concept: Not a Choice, But a Struggle To say it's chosen, a mere whim, Is like claiming a broken limb Decided to shatter, to fall and bend, A twisted perception, with no amends. The darkness descends, a heavy cloak, Draining colors, a cruel life's joke. Motivation wanes, a heavy fight, To rise each morning, and greet the light. Chemical storms in the mind's own sea, Distort the world, making joy hard to see. It's not a burden one chooses to bear, But a battle fought, a silent despair. So let empathy guide, and understanding bloom, For in the depths, help can start to consume, The path to healing, though long and unclear, With gentle support, hope can reappear. ©पूर्वार्थ

पूर्वार्थ