A Story About Depression and Redemption

There once was a trash can who felt like trash, he thought he might be what's inside of his bag

Every Tuesday for the next month, I’ll be releasing a short snippet of a children’s story I wrote a few years back. It’s called, “The Little Trash Can Who Felt Like Trash (or The Little Trash Can and The Big Bright Dumpster)”. It’s split up into three parts and on the fourth Tuesday, I’ll release the whole thing. If you like it, consider becoming a paid subscriber and supporting me in all my future endeavors. I’m in the process of working with an illustrator to publish the book. I’m also partnering with a friend to start a written-to-live-to-digital production company in order to produce as many purpose-driven stories as possible. However, it will cost an abundance of time, energy, manpower, friendship, and integrity. Please consider helping out financially to aid in this process by becoming a paid subscriber.

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Part 1: TO LOSE:

There once was a trash can who felt like trash,

he thought he might be what’s inside of his bag.   

He’d holler and scream and never be heard

and all of his days would blend into blurs.

He’d sit there and sigh and never look up, 

feeling so empty when he was filled up 

with garbage and trash and everything bad.

He’d sit and he’d stew and he’d get really sad. 

He’d think back to when a young can he was,

his mother and father would fill him with love. 

They’d say such nice things, like “You are the best! 

They’d huddle together and live life with zest. 

But then he grew up and went on his way,

said bye to his parents and to their dismay,

he went on his own to make his own path. 

He’d set out to be “The World’s Greatest Trash”.