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    All These Things: a collection of poems
    All These Things: a collection of poems
    All These Things: a collection of poems
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    All These Things: a collection of poems

    By Ginger Michelle McGee

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    Depression is so much more than just sadness. Comparing sadness and depression is like saying that getting wet and drowning are the same thing. 

    These poems are about my co-existence with my mental illness - a glimpse into my "drowning moments". 
     
    There is no shame in mental illness, and I refuse to re

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPurple Patch Press
    Release dateAug 31, 2018
    ISBN9780692151464
    All These Things: a collection of poems
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    Ginger Michelle McGee

    Ginger Michelle McGee is a poet and author who writes about depression, anxiety, Tourette Syndrome, and OCD on The Mighty, an online community of writers publishing stories about "real people facing real challenges". She is currently at work on her memoir, He's Not Broken: A Mother's Journey to Acceptance, about the challenges of raising a son diagnosed with Tourette's Syndrome and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. All These Things is her first collection of poetry. She lives in Savannah, Georgia with her husband, two sons, and five rescue animals.

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      Book preview

      All These Things - Ginger Michelle McGee

      Depression

      When it arrived she covered it with a mask. 

      At least she looked good in black.

      I’m Ok, So You’re Ok

      I’m ok is a 

      white flag 

      being raised.

      I’m ok is a  

      safety cone 

      redirecting traffic.

      I’m ok is a  

      hope whose clipped 

      wings cannot fly.

      I’m ok is a  

      question rephrased 

      so you’ll feel better.

      One Act Player

      I’m Broadway bound 

      my cast of voices merely background players. 

      Center stage, 

      make-up applied with rehearsed precision, 

      I transform from girl with frown 

      to girl with stuck smile.  

      After all, that’s what you paid to see — 

      not sad girl, or tired girl, 

      or girl with a mental

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