This Morning There Was Sunshine

How this does highlight ( or lowlight ) one of the greatest aspects of depression; such evolving into pervading sense that change is nonexistant, thus time becomes difficult to assess and miserable conditions seem  constant.

It does seem constant and relentless, but there is hope that it will pass at some point and life will be right as rain again.  It always does and it always is.  Sometimes, it just takes a little longer than usual.  

Thank you for reading, and for the feedback.  

I'd love to hear this with the emotional, organic dimensions of vocal intonations. Potent emotional quality, good use of brevity to focus the message.

Perhaps one day I’ll muster the courage to do that very thing.  Thank you, Daniel 💜.

A very apt analogy of depression, Luna.  When we find it difficult to believe in light; we are forced to remember its existence, and thus hold on tight to that knowledge.  "Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth."

Beautifully stated, Ahavati.  Thank you 💜.

I've learned to embrace the sun
though, all who know me, know i crave the dark
and Selene and winter cold.

But as the Facebook group i run and our mantra for this year is
BALANCE IS KEY

Yin & Yang

even our universe is our example of pure order and gorgeous chaos!!

It might help You when You sink  (i still sink a lot today but fight - really FIGHT - to rise -- i would love to mentor You if You want........?)

Thank you, Tallen.  I’m going to lay low for a while until I’m out of this current cycle.  They can get out of hand rather quickly, as I’m sure you know 💜.

I appreciate your feedback; I’ll keep the cursing in mind.  I speak much worse than I write, though, so I won’t make promises.  

Thank you for your kind words 💜.  

Dear L,

Days run into nights run into days. Just one long fuzzy grey dayish- nightish glop. Get it!

It is a tonic to read it so succinctly put and with such eloquence (cuss included).  Once again, you capture what can be such an isolating situation, so fantastically spot on that NO one feels alone in their darkest moments. Hugs!! H🌷

Thank you, Honoria.  It helps to know it resonates 💜.

I especially liked the part about the delusions. The only way we can lie to ourselves is through believing something we never proved, because we're in love with an idea. If we can stand the bravery we might discover both the lie and the brighter truth the lie showed us we were actually craving.

It's like curing intellectual pica.

Thank you for the poem. 🦋

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