I can feel her hands rest calmly on my shaking shoulders The tension taking twists and turns under my skin She softens the swirling subtleties of storms fluttering against my ribs It’s a weightless warmth working itself into my breath, out and in Who is she? She is you. She is comfort, she is compassion,…
2016; a year of swings and roundabouts, as they say. This is just a post to tell a bit of my story of living with anxiety and depression. It's not me dwelling (and I hope it doesn't come across that way) I've chosen to do this because I've found it so comforting at times to read and/or hear other people's and have a flicker of hope knowing I'm really not alone in this. I want to repay these people's kindness in sharing their stories by sharing with my own, as a sort of pay it forward... *deep breath*
Firstly I want to wish you all the very best for the next year and your future in general. I hope 2017 is a beauty for you in whatever form that takes.
So here goes...
# Permanent link to Happy New Year, survival, paying it forward and a hello to 2017
Scribbles of an insomniac 