Cubed up white screen
Hum drum white noise
sticks to the brain
Plain jane white robe
on switch thrown
head thrown back
electrically convulsive, don’t you think?
da da da dah… cue forever smile!
What am I smiling about?
Never mind dear
Now give us that cheer
That’s the smile we like to see – the smile
of the electrically challenged.
Once upon a long time ago, I had the max set of E.C.T. treatments allowed at the time, I am not certain I would be here if I did not. But it is a treatment that (for me) stole a lot of my short-term memory, but given the same circumstances (the same all-encompassing depression with no end in sight) I would do it all over again. Now 12 years later, the treatments are much lighter, much less damaging to the memory, and in smaller doses. So please do not let my memories of those days, in this, or any other poem I may write, scare you off if you feel Electric Convulsive Therapy might be a treatment you need. I believe it saved my life, and what’s a little memory shaved off the top compared to that… hmm?