Storms
I often describe my depression as the fog, I hide from the sun, love rainy days and awe at the sight of the beautiful night sky.. Sometimes the thought of breathing is necessary, only because I forget to do it involuntarily. I lose my breath in moments of over burden, stress, heartache, hurt or rejection and I must remember to breathe. In my lifetime I've had my share of storms - dark, violent, cold places you think you will never return from, storms that sweep you away and change the way you see the world, storms so full of nightmares you sometimes forget, but only to help ease the constant battle in your mind.. Only I haven't actually forgotten it seems, more like written it in invisible ink only to be revealed by the certain light, in that way it stays hidden. Storms come and go and in that way storms are constant, like change. Our lives are a series of seasons and change, in it there is a time for everything. I admit I personally have not been wise with my time, I
