I haven’t posted to my blog for a while, it’s a shame because I kind of got into a groove with it last year. I’ve been feeling quite depressed about my life and not knowing what to do, or how to cope with my anxiety.
Isn’t it strange that you can have all of the coping strategies in the world, but you still manage to forget them all when you’re struggling. I don’t know if that’s just a human thing or a ‘me’ thing. But today I’ve reassessed where I’m at and what I need to do to (try) and get out of my sadness.
I find that the act of walking is great for thinking things over and making decisions. I don’t know why – maybe it’s something from our hunter gatherer days… and when I got home I felt inspired to write a poem, which I haven’t done for ages. I didn’t really know what else to post so here it is:
The restless halls of my mind are spinning.
Weaving hope into existence.
With every footstep,
I tread towards a far-off goal,
It turns to dust when I’m alone.
But out in the shimmering world,
People are laughing and shapeshifting.
I try to peek at the pages of their stories.
I turn the key to my front door
The furniture is motionless as it was before,
Everything is as I left it.
Yet everything is changed.