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FACE FORWARD

Dead, I should be dead

Covid kicked my ass is what I have said

A dripping shower faucet was my tolling bell

I ran from my trigger and found my own living hell

An intelligent, cognitively intact physician I may be

But mental illness knows no boundary

My whole life underlying anxiety pushed me to be the best

I had academic success, a five-star family and was happily surfing life’s crest

And then Covid induced isolation, faceless mask wearing and being trapped in a home with nothing to do but replace and repair

This all drove me to the edge of despair

My marriage slowly dissolved, the safety of my work was lacking, and my anxiety grew beyond my control

I felt trapped in my limited world like the lost soul swimming in an inescapable fishbowl

Forced to move out of the comforts of home, the deafening silence of loneliness left me on sanity’s edge

In and out of mental health facilities, the final decision ended up with me literally on a hotel’s balcony ledge

Leading up to my final decision of life versus death

There were 2 months of expending my potential last breath

I lived in rental cars, hotels, and even an abandoned warehouse

I mixed in the world of mental illness like a caged mouse

I have felt the pain of my homemade hangman’s noose around my neck

I have tried to drown myself as a total wreck

I have overdosed on a large handful of deadly pills

I have stared off a bridge hoping that such a fall kills

I have met a fellow inpatient who laughed about unsuccessfully taking a circular saw to his neck and chest

I have talked with too many sad souls seeking death’s final quest

Dehumanized in inpatient facilities without my own clothes nor shoelaces

I have seen the depth of human despair in multiple faces

Like so many I have been misdiagnosed, undertreated and often ignored

Trying to navigate the mental health world that remains inexcusably underexplored

I have at times felt like a respected member of society

While similarly having experiences with stigmatized mental health inequity

On the one hand people stop and hang on my words of advice

And on the other people look through me as though I was no better than a block of ice

Repeatedly I have asked for professional help and care when playing the part of cooperative patient stillness

Only to be told that there are no real answers in the world of mental health illness

After near 5 years of struggling mental health

I have seen a decline in my life’s wealth

Culminating in a two-month window early this year of total mental meltdown

I finally reached a point where it was my last step forward versus turn around

Face down climbing like Spiderman over the hotel balcony ledge trying to escape the cops

I had once last chance to make it all stop

Then the unknown deep-down spark of life that lives within us all

Found a voice in my mind that made my muscles stall

Hesitation saved my life and brought me back down

As the police arrested me facedown

I had made the unconscious correct choice

My soul finally had a voice

Through a miracle I subsequently found a diagnostic clue

My speech had left me behind in my rearview

Ativan dependent selective mutism was the diagnosis

Through dumb luck of taking Ativan I discovered a new prognosis

The condition is largely unknown and rare

The treatment is minimally accepted and the world around me does not care

I was forced to take high doses of the addictive drug just to be able to speak

Many medical care workers mocked me as if I were weak

For months I have tapered the drug down slowly

Finally the medical community and my work have stopped treating me like a medical mystery

On the verge of getting back to work and publishing my first book

I stand proud and forward do I now look

The past is the past, the future is unknown and today is a gift

So I say to one and all to give your chin a lift

Look bravely forward

Moving ever onward

Do not listen to negative voices

Nor make certain death choices

Seek to live life fully each moment

Taking the gift it is as a present

I believe that if I can make it through all this hell on Earth

And come of the dark tunnel filled with new mirth

Then each and every one of us deserves the best

Place your feet forward and accept the test

If you are struggling than hear my voice of hope

Dig in and begin to find your own way to cope

Best wishes to you all….

          Rand Floyd