Sertraline Poem by Gabby Becerra

You didn't erase me, you didn't pretend,
You helped me begin… and finally end.

Now I can focus. I show up. I stay.
I finish the task. I get through the day.
I keep a job, I stand my ground,
Even when relationships spin me around.

They're still hard—yes, that part is true,
But manageable now, and that's something new.
I can sit with a coffee, feel warmth in my hands,
Enjoy simple moments I couldn't have planned.

I face harsh days without going numb,
Without feeling empty, without coming undone.
No screaming thoughts, no voices, no ache,
No drowning silence that keeps me awake.

I feel pain, and joy, and the in-between,
And that alone feels quietly serene.
Not perfect. Not fixed. But steady. Alive.
Learning slowly how to survive.

Sertraline—
My longest relationship, steady and real.
Not a cure, not a crutch, but a space where I heal.
You didn't save me—
You helped me save myself.