Somewhere, deep within me, my authentic self is calling "come back to me"
I've been out lately. Not out on the town, or out of my mind... just out. Checked out. Clouded by a haze of depression and loneliness. Fog filled days of napping and surviving.
It all seems so dramatic to write out. But when I look back over the past two months I can see it clearly... like a river flowing through, wide, deep and unrelenting.
I didn't realize I was somewhere amidst it's depths, struggling for air and light. But now as I work my way to shore it is so clear. It is so incredibly clear. The river was so loud I couldn't hear, I couldn't see, it took me for a ride. I think it's letting me go now.
I'm holding on to hope. Moving forward, doing the things I know that can help me crawl out of this. I can see it. I can feel it. Things are shifting and I am on my way back. Forward.
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