Gripping numbness
I remember those winters well; when the world turns a negative shade of grey, the suns vibrance diminishes to a bright, blinding white and the cold wraps around and holds you hostage. Seemingly surrounded by death at best; as depression settles deep within the confines of my soul; futile attempts, searching for a way out; hindered by storms of snow and ice; madness wrapping around, crippling my mind; inaudible screams driving me blind.
A distant, frigid memory; as I bask in the embrace of the warm southern sun; my soul awash in each colorful sunrise; hope-filled rays reflecting ocean waves; coloring my world, stimulating imagination; restoring my muse, from the brink back to life.
I revel in this sanctity; ever aware of those distant dreams and frost-bitten memories; the gripping numbness beneath the moon of madness; and that looming presence that brought me to this sanity…
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Wanted to let you know I was following. I too find the gloomy weather here in the uk adversely affects my ood. I have been a depressiv for 25 years and recently had a major deprssive crash. I guess it was another nervous breakdown. The last half of 2008 is a mystery to me and seems like a big black hole. The only aspect I remember is my mind doing the mental equivalent of walking through treacle. I started a blog for therapy, atempting to describe seere depresion using text, pictures and music.
All the best to you,
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Your wonderful “Gripping Numbness” post transported me back to my fathers following dark clouds. As a child, whenever I found out my father was home my spirit wanted to jump out of my body. His dark clouds would eventually rain depression on me.
Thank you, Andrew and Brent, for reading, taking the time to comment and sharing your stories. I’m off now to check out your sites…
Peace,
Jill