Writing

A world in pain

Today I realized I am aching.
I ache for all the things I ever loved
And the memories that are gone
I ache for a world in pain
I ache
and ache
and ache
and ache.

But that ache comes from love.

I love for all the things I have yet to love
I love for the memories they will make me
I love for the connection
--any drop of relief I can share with another person
--or the World

I love
and love
and love
and love
and love

...

and love
and love
and love
and love
and love
and love
and love
and love
and love
and love
and love
and love
and love.

As long as the world is in pain, I will love.

 

Art

Girl. Pensive. Ocean.

The inner world of depression is one dealing with deep truths. We think of depression as something bad–something we don’t want to happen. But I have always felt if we go visit the dark ocean on our own volition, then the dark ocean will not overflow and come swallow us up.

(Well, if all we had to worry about was ourselves, anyway.)

Dive deep. Look inward. Eyes open wide so the salt can sting you.

Dark Ocean

It will make you stronger.