A short poem that’s an expression of the stigma I feel about struggling with depression and feelings of low self esteem.
Your Ignorance Is My Bliss
Blissful.
In ignorance of my suffering.
That’s how it is.
That’s how I want it to be.
If I share my suffering with you,
it doubles.
Not because we now both carry it.
But because my suffering grows
BECAUSE I’ve shared it.
Shared is not halved.
Sharing multiplies the pain for me.
It morphs it into shame
And into guilt
For not feeling good enough
or worthy enough
because I have the suffering.
So why burden you with a problem you can’t change.
When all it will do is amplify my suffering.
And perhaps
maybe possibly
trigger the rejection I fear the most.
Daniel G Layman 26 Mar 2019
