Negative energy is a scary thing.
Pessimism is soul shaking.
Pain is blinding.
Denial is detrimental.
My depression has only provided me with the stark, low contrast, low resolution, ink blotted images of my life. My heart is deceived by this. My internal desires are completely out of balance.
When I can think clearly, when my images are colored and true, I know how special my life is. I love someone who loves me back. We are best friends. We have grown together. We know each other inside and out: I move too fast, he moves too slow; I think too impulsively, he thinks too methodically. Our hard conversations are centered around one thing: we do not meet each other in the middle.
We may not be able to agree on where things fall on the timeline but we agree on the milestones we expect to experience in our life together. I must learn to slow down and appreciate the moment. To quiet my questioning depression and relish in positive moments of love and support.