More Than a Valentine

Feet dangling from a rock

You’re gentle and kind

Your love is divine

Your breath is what keeps me alive


The touch of your skin

From the brush of your hand

Knots me again and again


When I’m not feeling touchy

It’s your smile that undoes me

And keeps me from drifting away


At times I am distant

But know that I’m listening

To all the words you have to say


So keep this in mind

When I can’t find the time

To express love in all of these ways

Thank You Bloggers

thank you word cloud

My favorite part about creating Depressed House Husband has been connecting with readers and writers. Not just on my own site. I love checking the blogs I follow and discovering new people. Engaging in comment conversations.

I’m not on Facebook or Instagram, and Twitter likes don’t move me, but I swell when I see a like on my posts. Because everything I share here is true and authentic.

In addition to the entire blogging community, a special thanks to everyone who shares their story of mental illness. It was hard seeing anything clearly at my lowest point, but knowing there were others suffering as I was would have been huge. Your stories help me and so many others in ways that experts can’t. All of you are a big reason why I wanted to start blogging.

Thanks again! I’m honored to join such a wonderful group of people. Some of my favorites I’ve found in my month of blogging:

A Writer’s Soul

A Pause, Not an End

Running With Your Heart

Defining Yellow


Fractured Faith Blog


"FEAR" spelled in smoke

Please stop

Just let me go

At least let me try


Yes I can

I know I can

So what if I fail


Maybe you’re right

Of course I’m safe

It’s not dangerous

I’ll be careful


I have to

I need to

I’m going to


I don’t feel good about it

But better than if I don’t

I can’t wait any longer

I want to

Haiku Schmaku

smoke after space launch

Let me get this out of the way. After one attempt, I’m done drawing pictures for my blog. Moving on.


Like all writers, I have a ton of incomplete works on my laptop. Some I’ll come back to. Others ran out of steam when I realized I had nothing more to give. Poetry isn’t like that. I can free a thought or an idea from my mind with one line. Word count doesn’t matter. Chapter length is irrelevant.

I’ve only shared one poem on the blog and I was sweating as I touched it up and posted it. Until last year I’d never written a poem down. A concept or a couple of lines would pop in my head, then I’d let it go. I didn’t think they were worthwhile or good enough. Not even for myself. But the only qualification for writing poetry is meaning. Meaning for yourself. Others may read it and not see anything, but they’ll probably see what you’ve described or a totally different meaning.

When I first wrote my poems down, I worried about the number of lines or syllables and rhyming patterns. What the hell is a haiku? Then I found free form poetry, which sounds silly because it’s just poetry without rules or guidelines. But I needed this affirmation. Some of my poems rhyme. Some don’t. Some of my poems have structure. Some don’t.

Some poems are better than others and some people are better at writing poetry than others. It’s true. But that doesn’t mean your words are any less powerful than theirs.

Football & Friends

Crude football helmet.

I’ve watched less and less football over the years. I usually don’t watch unless it’s the Titans or Vols. That said, I had no interest in watching the Super Bowl, but I’m glad I did.

A friend invited me to watch the game at his house and I spent the morning talking myself out of going. We hadn’t had a good morning and deciding not to go would have been easier. I wouldn’t have to think about going all day. I tried every excuse. I don’t care about the game. It starts so early. I don’t want to drive there. I don’t want to drive home. I don’t deserve to have fun. I’ll get pissed when the Patriots win.

I’m so glad I went. It was the first time in a year I hung out with two of my best friends. I wasn’t even awkward.

It was like we’d been talking every day for the past year. And the Patriots lost!

One other thing. I’m going to start drawing the featured images for my blog posts. Other than a select few, I hate searching for images. I can’t draw, but this seems like a fun idea at the moment.

As you’ve no doubt seen, I attempted a football helmet for this one. Going back to my last post, now I’m thinking about Hannah’s nickname for Clay.