Ok, so this is my experiment. I am an adult with clinical depression and according to the professionals, I have probably been in this state for most of my life. This is highly likely given the nature of my childhood. So, blah, blah, blah...the point is how does one cope?
As I sit here in the middle of winter, I can feel the tendrils of that dark monster creeping in. I fight it. One way that I fight it is to write. This will be my therapy, and if someone happens to read it and is encouraged by my words, than that will be even more of a blessing. But mainly, I will be writing for me...a way to put down these experiences in a way that clears my head and helps me make sense of my craziness.
Today was a good day. I did two things to combat the darkness. I hung out with some wonderful ladies. Everything in me says to stay in, knit, read...anything but being with a group of people. I spent time with them...and I was real.
The other thing that I did, was I went for a walk. The sun was shining. It was cold, but compared to -1, 40 felt like a heat wave. I soaked in the rays.
Oh, I did two more things: I read my bible and prayed. I began a journey of writing down my thoughts.
I titled my blog, "Dancing in the Darkness" because to me, that is what it is like. Sometimes I have to learn a new dance. I definitely have two left feet when it comes to dancing. It has never been my forte. But I love to dance. I love to feel the music and just move with it. Life is like that too. I love life, but I am not always so good at it...I stumble along, fall on my face, get back up and begin again. One foot in front of the other, I will dance. Life IS worth living.
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