I have been morose, depressed, fed up, feeling sorry for myself, and a hundred other things over the past few weeks, nay months.
The depression I have been fighting for over a year, I thought I had it licked, not so I discovered, however, it seems I may be closer to doing so than I think. A few personal knocks seemed to spiral me back down into it, a further deflation of my sense of self worth as well as the feeling of being taken advantage of has served to keep it hanging around like a black cloud hanging over my head.
You see I forgot.
The one thing that has always kept me going.
But I have just been reminded of it by reading a story someone else wrote.
My mainstay in life has been the ability to see beauty where others could only see ugliness (not in me I hasten to add, in the surrounding environment) to see light where others see darkness, to see rainbows where others see only clouds, to know that sunshine follows every rain and to be aware of life and that the best of it is free and right there in front of you, above you and around you.
For a while I lost that ability, forgot that I had it, but I now have it back and I am smiling as I sit here, knowing that I am back to normal, I am just back, as me again




