Morning Meds; 10 23 22
For those of us who have suffered from depression or still are, the world can become a dark place.
It makes it nearly impossible to see hope.
We often stand in the center of paradise with a black bag over our head and wondering why our world isn’t going better for us, it seems impossible to lift the bag and free ourselves.
All the while the light of our essence burns within calling us to look inside so we can find, touch, and feel the warmth of our eternal light.
It is a few breaths away, at the edge of slowed thoughts, at the place were silence starts to thicken like a morning mist.