Kindness and words and poison

I read this post today, on Wil Wheaton's blog.
https://wilwheaton.net/2014/01/dark-days-bright-days/
It's about depression, and how it lies.  (See also http://thebloggess.com/  and http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/  for other bloggers who tell the truth about the lies of depression)

This is the line that struck me:
 I put a drop of poison into myself.

And it made me wish this poem:

I wish for a fountain,
A deep well, of the best words.
Where a soul poisoned by ugly sounds like
idiot  asshole  nigger  fag  retard  stupid 
could find healing by drinking the words
beautiful wondrous brilliant unique human spirit
You are needed. Be here.  Be at peace.  You are loved.



We speak so many awful things to each other,  and to ourselves.  It should be even easier to say the beautiful things to each other.  That we love. That we admire. That we are grateful for the funny creative idiotic things that happen in our lives with these other humans on the planet.

I don't really have a point with this post except to say you are a bright sparkle in the world.  Be kind to yourself.