momentum moving, groovingA Poem by Philip GaberI
was spiritually and psychologically imbalanced when I came here. I needed to
tell the story to better understand myself. I was a drunk and a meth addict. I
was a natural rebel. Of course, it was all just self-medicating… and it felt
good, don’t get it twisted…until it didn’t. I was totally covering up for my
major depressive disorder. I was chain-smoking Chesterfields. Drinking Wild
Turkey. Single. Beat down. Broken. I’d lost
the language to convey my thoughts. I was fatigued, bitter, and confused. I
stopped laughing, crying. I had no emotions whatsoever. I was numb. Felt catatonic.
I might as well have been dead. No plans, no goals. Just wanted to stay put,
watch television, and sit in my EZ chair. I really leaned into my depression.
It ruled me like a tyrant. I would sit at the computer, elbow on the desk,
thumb in my mouth, just staring at an empty page. Friends would call and want
to do something. I’d quickly think of an excuse. Or just say, ‘Don’t feel like
it.’ ‘You never feel like it.’ ‘Welcome to my world.’ ‘Your world sucks!’ It
did, but it was all I had. My solitariness felt like freedom. I never thought
living without friends and family could be so peaceful. It was the only place I
felt like myself.
© 2026 Philip GaberReviews
|
Stats
31 Views
2 Reviews Added on February 27, 2026 Last Updated on February 27, 2026 AuthorPhilip GaberCharlotte, NCAboutI hate writing biographies. I was one of those kids who rode a banana seat bike and watched Saturday morning cartoons and Soul Train. But my mother would never buy any of those sugary cereals for us k.. more.. |

Flag Writing