When I’m depressed…
Time is so obtuse
Isolation is my ally, it understands me
Regret is like flogging a dead horse
Shame drains me of all colour
Sorrow is my benefactor
Depression my ever present shadow
While hope is like the sunrise
Doubt like clouds
Insecurity like standing in the rain
Despair like a torrent
Desolation a hurricane
While hope is like the sunshine
It warms, dries, lights the way
It encourages growth
A friend is an umbrella in the rain
Companionship a raincoat
Laughter a holiday from cold and damp (even if only for a moment)
The possibility of another place and time
And hope is like the sunshine
Take a photograph so as not to forget.
HOLD ON TO HOPE
Some days I think we just need to give ourselves a break! Some days we might not have the energy or the motivation or the time to do the things that we think we ought to do. And some days that’s ok.
Some days what I’m capable of might not seem like much, and maybe it’s not. And on those days I use the motto “All I can do is all I can do.” And some days that has to be enough.
We’re allowed to take time out to rest, or to play, or to work in the garden, or to NOT work in the garden. Some days we just need a little time – it might be a little time for ourselves, or time with a friend; time to read or to play, to relax or to sleep. Whatever you feel like you need – it’s ok.
Be kind to YOU.
“Go easy on yourself. Whatever you do today, let it be enough.”
Its a game and I’m losing
A swimming pool and I’m drowning
It’s a wood fire and I’m burning
The end’s coming around soon
It’s ice and I’m skating
From on high and I’m falling
A volcano and I’m erupting
Almost time to fade away
A butterfly whose hours are numbered
A fledgling about to be attacked
A fish about to swim into a net
The game is almost over
Just a dusty piece of string
It could have meant anything
Just swaying in a gentle breeze
It was supposed to mean something
So you light the piece of string
At once ablaze, simply burning
I wasn’t made to be that way
But I succumbed and here I lay
It’s a game and I am losing
A pile of leaves and I am burning
And when the embers are cold and black
The remains will scatter with the wind
What chaos brought me here?
Divine plan and haunted history
A few friends, a few smiles and tears
And what will be left when I am gone?
No legacy to call my own.