All is not lost

Getting over depression

All is not lost.

A small bird in the background chirps a feint melody even when the thunder is taking over.

I look slowly up, crying dreadfully to the heavens.

 I notice a change. A rainbow appeared when the storm was looking to lay the final blow, when i was most vulnerable to get knocked down. 

I grasp hope and the opportunity to get myself back on my two shattered limbs. 

Tears of sadness vanished slowly but securely, even when the roller coaster was going over a bumpy patch i stayed strong.

The future was looking like a bright sunrise.

The time for change was now.

Negative thoughts had to pack their bags. 

This is a new and positive me. Pride, Courage, Persistence, Motivation all came rushing back to me like water after being blocked by a dam. 

All is not lost. It is always dark before the dawn

Hope dwells inside your soul. When you find it grasp it and never let it slip.