When I’m depressed, I lose the spring in my step.
I function, exist in the hours of the day and night but I don’t live. Creative pursuits lift me but focussing, using the joy of inspiring, helping and healing others, is tough when I’m depressed, really tough.
And of course, real life, the every day labyrinth of work and bills and relationships, has to be negotiated.
Summer wanes, autumn beckons and I sink into the yawning pit of despair. The Wheel does not cease to turn because I cannot climb aboard. The leaves begin their fall in a blaze of fire and fury, pelted to the earth by the gathering wind. Scuttling eddies announce my way through the lanes, raining flames on my misery.
And then I dance. I still carry my burden of darkness but the bliss of those few dances lightens my step allowing me to appreciate the moment: a chilly Autumn morning, surrounded by friends I love, talking to new people, dancing to live music, dancing with friends, spreading the love of ATS® and making people smile.
My steps are lighter. My heart is lighter.
Surround yourself with those who love you and find the spring in your step this Autumn.
It’s great to have something that, if only somewhat temporary, makes you forget about that nasty “D” word. Hang in there. 🙂
Dance is fab but the ladies I dance with are wonderful! They inspire me:-)