Saturday, April 3, 2010
And the rain came down
I finally slept last night without being haunted by visions and voices. It was the first night in about a week. I feel like I'm finally ahead of the tormenting on my brain for now. Things are back in place at the moment with my childhood and my manic depression. There is peace. After weeks and weeks of the blaring sun, my eyes are soothed by the quiet rain, gently falling outside my window. As nature drinks in thirst, my soul refreshes in the cool, inviting shower. I soak in the relief. I am alive. I can breathe again. Lavishing in the many miracles of nature, life and God's timing. So pure and untouched. I am here. I am still here. Once again, I survived.