My Soul Roams
At night my soul roams...
A severe depressive episode is like a black hole of nothingness into which all my thoughts, energy, reasoning, God, relationships, love and hope get sucked into...losing their power to influence. They are sucked dry and left distorted and dismantled... |
The day after a dark depressive episode is the sweetest...my gratitude that the darkness is passing creates an exaggerated sense of relief. I mistakenly equate this feeling with happiness and I willingly savor the illusion until it comes crashing down. |