Reblogged to read on “down” days. We all have them, but allowing them to win is a choice, and I choose not to… usually… with the help of my friends. Where would I be without you all?
Sorrow is its own master. It galvanises all the sources of pain waiting in the wings to create the perfect storm, leaving you undone. It is as ruthless as it is all consuming. There is seldom an easy route to safety and like any mighty storm, the only way past it is through it.
My own nature is to be melancholicbut I have always found ways to disguise this to the world. Perhaps my only true reveal is in my writing. It shouldn’t have surprised me(but it did) when my heart stopped a few years back, I recognised what was happening and instead of the oft purported life flashing by, for me I was overwhelmed only with sadness. I felt the burden of all the sorrow that would befall the loved ones I was leaving behind. I came back from the light, a tad darker perhaps.
I guess the true…
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