It creeps up on you.
Depression.
You feel the signs.
You pull in all the skills you've learned over the years,
but,
it still creeps in on you.
And there you sit.
Flat.
Void.
Blank.
Although I do feel the disappointment in myself.
Lucky me, right?
Add insult to injury.
My mantra.
Negative self-talk running amuck.
What to do?
love your
sadness.
it won't
last long.
Gotta l o v e a truth bomb.
And timing is everything......
I think I'll try a new approach (with medication of course! I'm not stupid you know!) to healing my soul & shutting off the chatter that strangle-holds my self-esteem. The simplicity of this approach is brilliant really.
Love eases all sorrow eventually.
It's the water element to the mind, body & soul!
And truth be told, hardship, sorrow, loss.....anything that messes up your brain chemicals is better served by the reality statement of "this to shall pass", as my Grandmother Helen used to say.
This presence of pain drags time out & takes away your breath.
Again....it won't last long.
Repeat.
It won't
last long....
As a week passes & I am not so slumped utterly exhausted in a chair.
And another week passes & I am feeling twinges of energy & more light about me.
And another week passes & I'm sitting taller....is that creativity washing over me?
And another week passes & I'm not overwhelmed with racing thoughts.
And another week passes & I am beginning to see & feel & experience the world again....
Through my eyes. Through my heart. Through my soul.
And another week passes & I am sprinkling that shit everywhere!
love your
sadness.
it won't
last long.
And that there is the perspective I have resolved to.
Thank you Daniel LaPorte for sharing your voice with the world.
Sending love your way!
*Image taken from the Facebook Page of Daniell LaPorte
http://www.daniellelaporte.
