It’s funny, how all of the sudden it hits you. The sky is clear blue, the sun is warm, full and shiny, you feel the heat on your skin and you close your eyes.
It’s a mistake. The shade behind your eyelids turns into pitch-dark, and your vision becomes black.
No, it’s not funny, I had it wrong. It’s sad, the unexpectedly gripping moment of anguish. The flood of anxiety crashing over you. It’s horrible, and it makes you think how thin the line is, just a mere stripe that hinds you from falling down and drowning. Beneath. Under of this everything.
The feeling of being safe is just an illusion. You are not safe with depression. Never. Never.
Don’t tell to me about the blues, blues is only music.
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No, I wont. I just wish you will come back soon.
I'm looking for myself also, Lepis.
Yin-Yang. Happiness and sadness. All in one.
All in one, Ellen, hope for more happiness, though.
Yes, the blues ... music expressly designed to ease life's burden. Hopefully.
Hopefully, Mick.
Just suddendly something hit me.
How did you know?
Now is ok...
Greetings and hugs!
Krystyna, good if it's ok now, I'm waiting for the same ok. Maybe some day it'll hit me, the good.
So even the nice summer days don't help? Would like to hep, but... :-(
Well, this has nothing to do with the weather, Peter.
For once!
It comes and goes. That´s life.
I'd just hope it would stay away a little bit longer, chrome3d.
Put on your pink sunglasses and the blues will turn violet!
I must try, HPY.
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