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The beautiful Flower in the fog
Sunday 14th Apr 2024Yesterday i was walking in a nice forest with a low hanging fog just above the ground. It turns everything a bit grey. No lush colours as you would expect this time of year. Just a bit faded out. A hint of a beautiful flower. One of the first. I be t over to look closely. It really is beautiful. I enjoy these little precious moments to the fullest. I do when i stand up again, the details will be a memory and the flower is just a hint of colour in the low hanging fog.
Today i watch out of the window and i cant see anyting. If i would go outside i wouldn't see my hand in front of my face. So i stay in. Huddled up and drowning in my own thoughts, comforting routines of thoughts slowely spinning out of control.
This is as close i can get to describe how my depression feels.
I have help. Talking with and getting support from family, friends, work and professionals. Slowely turning the ever low hanging fog into a early dew on the forrest floor.
Recognise these feelings? Reach out! It should not be a taboo.