#Can’t?

3 Apr

wolfinsheep

Those that know me on Twitter know that I am usually a fairly encouraging person (I hope!)  I am also someone who suffers with depression…

The last few weeks have been such as this, almost completely black.  I am open about how I think and feel but keep far more contained than I have ever shared in my blogs.  This does not mean that I do not visit those thoughts and events I just choose not to air them.

If  you have read my personal blogs you will have realised that I’m not one for being conquered even by the most dreadful of foes: myself.

Today I had a conversation, actually it was more one sided than that 😉 with      someone I call friend.  They said the *can’t* word to me.  I immediately regaled my friend with examples of how this was not true.   This got me to thinking  (yeah, I know, always a bad thing for you lot!) about how I say *can’t* to myself  so often.

How hypocritical those negative automatic thoughts are!  How self indulgent to sit in a pit and think them… it woke me up!  So thank you friend!     You say you can’t communicate?  Well that sentence in itself has set off a chain reaction in me!

I have been despairing of the governments changes to our Welfare System, the fact that our rights are eroded and we CAN’T do anything about it.  The Fed creeps into my thoughts, Winsor and the Police *reforms*  Boris and his   cuts to the Fire Service all manner of things we CAN’T change.   Then the truth dawned on me…WE CAN!   Each of us can do something, it may not be immediate we may have to wait for the Polling Box but we CAN all CARE.  That’s something valuable in a society that is trying to neutralise that emotion isn’t it?

Can't
Edgar Guest - 1916 - A Heap o' Livin'

Can't is the worst word that's written or spoken;
Doing more harm here than slander and lies;
On it is many a strong spirit broken,
And with it many a good purpose dies.
It springs from the lips of the thoughtless each morning
And robs us of courage we need through the day;
It rings in our ears like a timely sent warning
And laughs when we falter and fall by the way.

Can't is the father of feeble endeavor,
The parent of terror and halfhearted work;
It weakens the efforts of artisans clever,
And makes of the toiler an indolent shirk.
It poisons the soul of the man with a vision,
It stifles in infancy many a plan;
It greets honest toiling with open derision
And mocks at the hopes and the dreams of a man.

Can't is a word none should speak without blushing;
To utter it should be a symbol of shame;
Ambition and courage it daily is crushing;
It blights a man's purpose and shortens his aim.
Despise it with all of your hatred of error;
Refuse it the lodgement it seeks in your brain;
Arm against it as a creature of terror,
And all that you dream of you someday shall gain.

Can't is the word that is foe to ambition
An enemy ambushed to shatter your will;
Its prey is forever the man with a mission
And bows but to courage and patience and skill.
Hate it, with hatred that's deep and undying,
For once it is welcomed 'twill break any man;
Whatever the goal you are seeking, keep trying
And answer this demon by saying: "I can."




 

Then I remembered the poem above, so that is what I want to leave you with.

I CAN!

Say it too!

Jules 🙂

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One Response to “#Can’t?”

  1. Helen April 3, 2013 at 6:19 pm #

    Beautifully put Jules. There are so many bloggers suffering from depression it’s almost unbelievable and their honesty makes it easier for those others who also suffer. Thankyou!

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