Yes, I have known great sadness, but I have also known brilliant Sunlight. I guess, like Icarus, I flew too high. My wings melted, and I crashed into the depths of the Seas of depression. It almost swallowed me whole. I will not make that mistake again. My feet are becoming more planted to the ground than ever. I am becoming more balanced. I am breaking through.
I love the Icarus metaphor, referring the "dark to light cycle". Fly high!
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
Thank you, dear friend. I have actually missed you.
You and this site, the way that it used .. read moreThank you, dear friend. I have actually missed you.
You and this site, the way that it used to exist.
Having worked in the mental health field for 26 years, I have known many people who suffered with depression. As you note, it can be an all consuming illness. I was impressed by your positive attitude and determination to "fly again." Just keep aware of your stress level. That may be the heat that sent poor Icarus plummeting.
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
Thank you, I try to be positive. It just doesnt always feel possible.
I get the feeling this might be more autobiographical than many might imagine .. however, having read between the lines, I think and hope you are more like the phoenix who shall rise again and to lofty heights .. have a FAB weekend L&A .. Neville
But what happened if Icarus flew too low? His wings would get wet and he would plummet. Good reminder for myself. Gravity is strongest when you're going along with it, which eventually we all do. Nice poem. tyfs
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
Thank you, he flew too high..
So high that his wings (made of wax)
began to melt from.. read moreThank you, he flew too high..
So high that his wings (made of wax)
began to melt from being too close to the Sun.
Thank you for your reviews.
I believe the moral of this story is that life is a gift and maintaining a balance with everything in moderation will ensure a long one. Much enjoyed. Light and love to you!