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All Through His Name by Melanie R.

All Through His Name by Melanie R.

I stand before My Lord to thank Him.

For who He is,
for all that He has done.

He took on all the world's burdens,

Sacrificed,
victory was won!

He gave up His life to save me,
when I couldn't save myself!

When I suffered, it wasn't forsaken.

A knowing where I belong.

I’m singing hallelujah for My Lord-
all day long…
Hallelujah!
Ooh…
Through all of the surgeries.
The pain of rare disease,
disability,
the enduring suffering-

He gave me strength!
lifts me up!,
renewed my spirit!

His name that will reign!!

I came alive through the name of Christ.

Jesus saved me.

It’s all through His name.

There is healing in The Name!
Mighty healing & Be blessed by The Name above all!

More blessed messages/songs of healing on my YouTube:Melanie’s Melody or DM me and I can share the song to this poem or any others that have hit your spirit.

Thank you!🙏🏻🤺💪🏻👑

#ChronicIllness #ChronicInflammatoryDemyelinatingPolyneuropathy #MitochondrialDisease #ChronicPain #InsideTheMighty #PrimaryImmunodeficiency #RheumatoidArthritis #PosturalOrthostaticTachycardiaSyndrome #SjogrensSyndrome
#MightyPoets #CheckInWithMe

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The Name by Melanie R.

The Name by Melanie R.

Known by the name of Christ,
who died as a sacrifice.
Bore the weight of the world-
its transgressions,
to prove love’s ultimate price.

Was paid so we could live forever
Be free-

He Unlocked chains…

That prison no longer holds me.

A healing divine,
The Spirit sets free by His name!

Amen! Praise and Glory be His Name!

For more God inspired writing please also see my YouTube: Melanie’s Melody.
(This poem is also a song.)

Be blessed and healed by The Name!

#PosturalOrthostaticTachycardiaSyndrome
#MitochondrialDisease #ChronicInflammatoryDemyelinatingPolyneuropathy #ChronicIllness #ChronicPain #MightyTogether #CheckInWithMe #InsideTheMighty #PrimaryImmunodeficiency #MightyPoets

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Living In My Trauma

I look at my childhood home, & feel warmth in my heart knowing that’s where my grandpa is.
I feel nostalgic, memories of hitting the piñata on my birthdays.
Feel numb to the fact that it wasn’t all perfect.
Now it’s affecting my marriage… isn’t?
Or is it just me?
I don’t give af how that basement looks most times.
But it would be nice to have it feel like home.
For once.

How to make hell, home…

I feel like a stranger at someone’s house
It doesn’t feel real.

Doesn’t feel like I was “happy” in a while
I’m always tired
Always trying to find a distraction
Trying to find reasons to stay.
I hate it here

I’m tired of people congratulating me.
“You like your new place better?”
No, it’s killing me.
It’s a living nightmare.
It’s a scary movie.
And I’m the side character that gets killed,
In the end

I’m tired
I don’t want to do this anymore
As if I had a choice.
I have no say.
Never did.
Probably never will.
Never had control of anything in my life.
From my emotions, thoughts, and feelings, to where I want to live.
I’m so tired.

I can feel myself slipping again

#PTSD #BipolarDisorder #Anxiety #Insomnia #MightyPoets #ChildhoodDisorders

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Trauma

What’s it called when
It constantly feels like there’s something squeezing your heart so tight it gets hard to breathe.
Constantly feels like there’s absolutely nothing in your brain, it just wants to leak liquid from your eyes.
What do you call that?

Continuously feels like you’re on the outside of your brain, looking at the mouth automatically speaking for itself;
Constantly feels like little you wants to reach out, give a hug, say a nice thing, be helpful.
But doesn’t.
What do you call that?

Constantly feels like you want to punch something, anything, and scream so loud until your throat feels dry and scratchy.

Constantly feels like your heart is at war with itself, like your brain is sucked up and withered trying to survive.
Heart constantly sinking, down, down, down, til it doesn’t feel.
Brain constantly trying to have a thought, trying to find words, trying to find water so it isn’t sucked dry anymore, so it’s not just watching lips move, barely hearing the words come out of it. So automatic it sounds right.
But what do you call that?

What do you call the constant fog surrounding your brain, the constant darkness surrounding your heart, the numbness in your body while it feels everything; just wanting to feel the stinging pain that comes from a punch, a blade, or screaming cries.
What do you call that?
When the only consistency in your life comes from how much you don’t want to be in it?
When it’s constantly fighting the demons you thought were dead, over and over again.
Back down the rabbit hole. The hole you thought you buried long ago.
The black demon you thought got buried with all those pills.
The red demon that was supposedly tamed, with all those meds.
They’re back.
And I don’t know what to call them anymore.
I don’t know how to feel.
I don’t know how to explain.
Just sinking, down, the dark, deep, black hole.
What do you call that

#Trauma #Depression #Dissociation #Bipolar2 #MentalHealth #MightyPoets #BipolarDisorder #Grief #PTSD

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My Favorite Things by Melanie R.

My favorite Things by Melanie R.

My favorite things are not things at all.
To soak my whole spirit in His Holy word.
To sing of His praises;
Hallelujah all day long!

Telling my testament,
with His healing song.

Nothing in this world means more.

My hands clean, my heart made pure!

To be right in spirit,
He gave a new heart.

Your vision so clear, I hear of the Lord!

To love on His people,
to share from the heart.
and outdo in giving..
my favorite part!!!

Amen!!!

We thank you for gifts of healing…all my favorite things-
It’s all in your revealing.

Not things at all.

My favorite things in heaven,
stored up with the Lord.

These are a few of my favorite things.

Thank You Jesus!

Galatians 6:10
So then, as we have opportunity, let us do good to everyone, and especially to those who are of the household of faith!

Matthew 6:19-21
Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven…for where your treasure is, there your heart will also be.

Keep your eyes on eternity!

If you are blessed by these messages, please be sure to see many more and the music that is inspired from above on my YouTube channel:

Melanie’s Melody.

God be with you, and bless you all in a mighty way! Please also share some of your favorite things!
Thank you!

#MitochondrialDisease #ChronicInflammatoryDemyelinatingPolyneuropathy #ChronicIllness #Dysautonomia #ChronicPain #MightyPoets #IfYouFeelHopeless #InsideTheMighty #IrritableBowelSyndromeIBS

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Too Late

Looking back on what I should have said

And the doors that slammed shut

In the wake of words that always fell short

Am I to blame for not knowing what to say

On ground I’ve never trod before?

Tripping over my tongue

Until time tempers the endless confusion

And reveals the only truth that ever mattered at all

Understanding arrives too late to help

But just in time to mourn.

#Depression #Suicide #PTSD #Trauma #MentalHealth #Disability #MightyPoets

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Born to be Scorned Poem

Trigger warning: This poem contains depictions of past abuse and trauma. If you are sensitive to this line of topic, please do not read further then thie message. Your mental health is more important than the poems.

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It is hard

Being my authentic self

Pressured to keep bad company

Despite affecting my mental health

What can I do?

No matter how

Hard I try

You'll always

Accuse me telling a lie

This is ridiculous

It feels as if

I am in a circus

The goal-post always changes

Without my acknowledgment

It is because I am “defective”

with “poor judgement”?

You insinuate that I cannot do

Anything without proof

But act differently towards others

And not aloof

Double standards reveals

True colours of an individual

Putting on a show

Or a facade

Yet, when I disagree

Your resentment would grow

Like a mustard tree

Taller than most houses as it seems

Deeply rooted onto the ground

Similar to my broken self-esteem

There are days

Where I cannot go on

And pretend anymore

Wearing a mask to please others

But what is this all for?

I desire to be seen

As clear as a crystal ball

Not to be treated poorly

Fate can be truly abysmal

My other siblings

Are treated with respect

One can even speak German

But with me?

I am seen as less

Than a vermin.

Being infantilized

Is one of the worst

Feeling ever

A disability

Does not suggest

you are less clever

Yet, here you are

With hatred and ableism

It is all you have

Might are well

Abuse me years ago

Does that ring a bell?

I have been battered,

Punched, spat and choked

By a loved one

But everyone find this to be a joke

Typical

Why am I not surprised anymore?

It is hard

Finding my voice through expression

As I am sinking in deep depression

When given a chance

To form words

I am ignored

Like a flock of mocking birds

A wise man told

Me this once

Blood is not thicker the

Water he said

Trusting the wrong people

Is what most dread

Sometimes I wish

I was never born

In a world

Where outcast given a

cold-shoulder or scorned

#MentalHealth #AutismSpectrumDisorder #Depression #Loneliness #Anxiety #MightyPoets #Selfcare #Trauma #ChronicFatigue #Neurodiversity #SocialAnxiety #SelfharmRecovery #Grief

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Am I Wrong? Poem

TRIGGER WARNING: This poem contains sensitive topics such as suicidal ideations, mental health and anxiety. If you cannot handle such sensitive imagery, please do not read further than this message. I am receiving professional help at the moment and recovering from suicidal ideations. This poem is just me expressing my pain.

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As I lay on my side

Questioning my existence

After life’s crazy ride

Struggling to make sense of things

Why am I lost

In my own dark thoughts?

Am I in the wrong?

My fives primal sense

Once was active, clear and robust

Now is nothing more

than a shallow husk

Each day gets harder

To leave my bed

Pondering “Perhaps

I would be better off dead.”

Am I in the wrong?

The lights are on

But no one is there

As I reach out for help

No person seems to care

Am I in the wrong?

Whilst in social settings

My mask often tightens the grip

In hopes of never being discovered

Yet, when I snapped

It’s harder to be recovered

Although I may not appear it

I am a freak

With a wounded spirit

Who needs deep healing

Am I in the wrong?

#MentalHealth #Anxiety #MightyPoets #Loneliness #Depression #MajorDepressiveDisorder #AutismSpectrumDisorder #Neurodiversity #ChronicFatigueSyndrome #Selfcare #SelfharmRecovery #SocialAnxiety #ablelism

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The Perfect Storm Poem

Trigger Warning: This poem contains sensitive topics, dark imagery and graphic depictions of suicidal thoughts. Keep in mind, this is just a poem and not to be taken out of context. Unfortunately for others to hear, I do have a rather dark-toned voice when it comes to writing stories in a poetry format. See this as self-expression and a way to transmute pain into art. As I am already seeking professional help.

If anyone is sensitive to this topic, please do not read further than this message. Your mental health is more important than my art.

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My arousal

Is it depart from this

God-forsaken planet

Permanently

Not tempted to look back

At the past mistakes

Filled with unfathomable regrets

How can I or anyone close forget?

The relationships

I have obliterated

And ended prematurely

Perhaps it would be

Sapient to fly off

The nearest cliff

To finally end the prolonged

Suffering once

And for all

Aspire to vanish

In the midst

Of a perfect storm

Or arrive at cosy

Setting that is warm

Who am I fooling?

I cannot live on

Like this

Spiralling into a

internal abyss

Inner peace

Shattered

Dreams and hopes

For the future

Battered

Into a million pieces

Before my eyes

As if my whole life

Have been a

Big fat lie

I often flirt with death

Through living in

A heedless manner

Who gives a toss

about a defective planner?

As I strolled

Through an eerie

Swamp

Appeared to be all in black

Absences of any hue

Colour it would lack

Descending into more

Intrusive thoughts

Then stumbled into

an invisible web

All caught up thus far

Accepting the entanglement

Just as peaceful

As a spa

Ironically….

Futile to break free

From my own shackles

Cannot saved through

my own insanity

Perplexed in the

Stygian and chilling swamp

Contemplating on

My life or future

In profound estrangement

And dread

Stream of tears

Began to shred

“Is this what I truly desire?”

I questioned

“Who am I leaving behind?”

If only I can

Rewrite the past or rewind.

#MentalHealth #Depression #AutismSpectrumDisorder #Loneliness #SuicideAttemptSurvivors #SuicidalThoughts #Anxiety #Selfcare #SocialAnxiety #MightyPoets #Neurodiversity #SuicidePrevention #Poetry

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Summertime Blues

Crumpled in the corner

Sagging from the heat

Cradling my head in my hands

Because the earth is screaming

Life nailed to the earth

Beneath winter’s bite

Poe’s pendulum shrunken

in each grain of snow

The cloak of winter

Sloughed from the soil

What was frost is now blood

What was sharp is now melting

Life sleeps in a cradle of possibility

And awakens into horror.

What cruelty compels this stirring

This breaking of peaceful repose?

I cradle my head in my hands

Because the earth is screaming

What was peaceful in stillness

Is bleeding

I can’t live like this anymore.

#Depression #MentalHealth #Trauma #PTSD #Suicide #Disability #MightyPoets

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