Depression likes to cast shadow over the light in my life, like an unwanted curtain over a beautiful window.
Sometimes I can fight hard enough to catch a glimpse of the perfect light, filtering over creation. Sometimes a glimmer sneaks through when I least expect it.
But oftentimes, I simply revel in the memory of the light.
The warmth of it on my face. The way I feel it beckoning me to twirl. The quickening of my heartbeat. The feeling that wells up within me, the one I cannot name.
Yes, I remember what the light is like. I know it does exist. I cannot lose hope with the knowledge of the light. I cannot lose hope when I know it is out there. I cannot lose hope.
For when I lose hope, the light will again slip away from my fingers, and I'm working so hard to draw near to it again.
you can do it! love.
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