“It could be right round the corner!” (we were pep talking a depressive episode out of the house).
“Three feet from gold!” Alex chipped in.
There’s only a tiny slither of hope left in my tank during episodes like this, and it’s guarded by an army of sceptics trying to stamp it out.
All I know is that I’ve been here before, and I’ll be here again. I know that one day, I’ll learn to love myself enough (for all that I am and all that I am yet to be), that these experiences will be so fleeting that I won’t fear them anymore.
It’s a message from my soul asking for some fuel. Some more hope. Some more kindness. Some more compassion.
(Not more yoga, or affirmations, or attitude changes…it’s deeper than that).
And in the dark I’ll fight off the sceptics, and find some nectar. I just need a little time.
“There is freedom waiting for you,
On the breezes of the sky,
And you ask “What if I fall?”
Oh but my darling,
What if you fly?”