On the other side of fear

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Silently, or not

What we truly believe in, shall never deceit us, shall never leave us, shall never be lost. Continue reading

Some things always change

It is perhaps by holding the space required for acceptance. It is perhaps by reflecting upon everything you’ve known to be yours and you, and by watching in wonder how all has been, for one more time, transformed. Perhaps by letting it all be. Re-newed. Re-vitalized. Re-interpreted. Re-sensed.

So much of the new can be brought to life only by accepting its inevitable coming into existence. Continue reading

Blind folded, stone hearted dancers

Depression is a demon and an angel twingled in the most spine chiling dance you’ve ever seen. Continue reading

On hope (As if your life depended on it)

Stand up and pull the curtains wide open.

You don’t have to do it all alone. You are not alone. It’ll take you immense strength and brevity to ask for help. You can do it, though. Answer that phone call. You can’t today? It’s all right. Try again tomorrow. Your friend is still there. Your love is willing to stand by you for a lifetime. It’s YOU who must trust. Continue reading

On dignity

Did you know that at least 350 million people live with depression, and that it is the leading cause of disability worldwide in terms of total years lost due to disability? Did you know that because of the stigma that is often still attached to depression, many fail to acknowledge that they are ill, and do not seek treatment? Did you know that almost 1 million people take their own lives each year, and that for every person who commits suicide, there are 20 or more who make an attempt? This is one of the conversations that matters to me today. Continue reading

“Why can’t there be a beige swan, a brown swan, a black swan, out there?”

I feel it will be hard to get to a full stop this morning. Yet I’d promised myself I would write, every week. No matter if I felt I could, no matter if I felt I wanted to, no matter if I felt scattered, no matter if I had no coherence – as I seem not to have now. It is all because I LOVE writing. It has become a form of therapy for me. It made me find out how fascinating words and meanings are. It has become my voice. It has remained a constant in my life, even when – or especially when – it was silenced. Continue reading

On the other side of acceptance

Accepting life and accepting yourself in sober entirety. Accepting a reality that is painful, very painful. Hardly ever seen. Merely understood. Yet so vibrant, so potent, so no BS.

You see, there is the other side of every situation in life. Each moment of excitement holds in it the risk of free falling. Each moment of despair then, hold in it your chance of being redeemed. Continue reading

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