Fighting Against Depression
There is a temptation to let the waves consume you. And there is beauty when you overcome it.
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I find myself
Falling backwards into
A black ocean
Freezing
Icy
Cold
An abyss that swallows me whole
And I let it
I do not try to swim upwards
My body simply shuts down
And I give in
And let the waves push me
To the bottom of the ocean
It is only when the tide
Throws me up
Back onto shore
That I feel okay again
And I stare back into the darkness
With hatred and terror
Fear of when I will be taken back in
I sit.
I sit at the edge of the oceans reach.
I stare.
I stare and stare at the dark pit
Only occasionally taking a moment
To note
A bird
A shell
Swimmers
Umbrellas
The sun
The stars
The clouds
I wait.
I just sit and stare and wait
For the tide to pull me back in,
Instead of standing
And walking up the sandy slope
Onto the boardwalk
Or home to take a shower
And wash myself
Of the salt
The sand
The chlorine
My eyes grow tired
My body becomes weak and fragile
My hair becomes matted
My skin becomes dry
As I sit and stare at the sea
Instead of taking care of me
I find myself petrified
In horror
At the power the ocean has over me
It has kept me immobile
I have spent my whole life
With my eyes fixated
On the darkness
But today
I choose to walk away
I stand.
I turn away.
I refuse to look it in the eyes.
The way back up
Is steeper than I thought
And the sand will make it hard to gain traction
I take a step anyways
The night has come on
And I am alone
Venturing to a place
I am unknowing of still
My spot in the sand
Calls to me
Beckons me to come back down
Spare myself the effort
It is my spot.
I keep walking up the hill.
I look up and notice the stars
I do not simply see them
They are not a reminder of the time
Anymore
The cosmic universe glimmers before my eyes
The stars bend down and reach out to me
They say my name
Softly, gently
The hand of the universe
Reaches down to put a hand on my back
And help me up the hill
And my skin shivers
From the unusual, unknown touch
But my insides are filled with galactical love
Spirit
Hope and Warmth
A kind that shimmers and glitters
And sheens
Like cool gems and jewels
While wrapping me
In a warm cocoon
That has previously been
Unavailable
And for the first time
In my life
I feel loved.
I walk.
I try to find home.
I walk outside my house
The afternoon sun
Beaming at me
An excitable, loving smile
I smile back.
My once dry skin
Glows
Under the rays of streaming sunlight
And my eyes are just as bright.
I am awake.
Alive.
A cloud passes by
Offering shade
And the occasional rain
On hot days
I revel in those moments
When a cloud looks down on me
In favor
And grants me protection
A defense against the heat
And when it rains
The drops of water
That fall upon me
Are always warm
Always kind
Always gentle
Touching my skin
The droplets go through
And fill me with a sense of calm
Like sweet, still water
Undisturbed
And simple.
I choose to walk to the beach.
The ocean looks different now.
It is no longer that deep
Dark
Pit of blackness
It is instead a vibrant sapphire blue
Vast, reaching beyond the horizon
The waves gently toppling onto each other
In fluid, repetitive motion.
There are hundreds of people around the ocean
They swim.
They lie down.
They are happy
At peace.
I see the smiles
So reminiscent of the sun
Shared between friends,
Children
Parents
Siblings
The whole world has a grin
To put forth in this moment
And their umbrellas reflect that cheerful
Hopeful
Exuberant
Child-like happiness
In all shades and colors
Shapes and sizes
I look up to cream white seagulls
Flying over head
Searching for food
Their wings stretched out
As they glide
Brave, daring creatures
That I somehow failed to notice
Even in all their swooping
And singing
I feel a shell under my foot
I lean over to pick it up
It’s a cochlear shape
And purple
Green
And blue
It holds my hand
Emanating serenity
Projecting joy
I walk down to the ocean
I stand in my spot
I gaze at the ocean
I gander
I take in the crashing sounds
The white foam that forms
At the end of each wave
The hours pass
I continue to stand
Trying to make sense
Of this beautiful sea
Everyone goes home
The night comes out
But even so
The ocean reflects the light
Of the moon
And it never once looks dark to me
I look to the stars
I make out a series of them
A connect-the-dots picture
I am filled with wonder
At the expansive universe I live in
I am tempted to enter the ocean
It calls to me
I wonder if that is what it wants
I choose not to entertain it
I smile to it
I turn around and walk the other way.
The sound of waves on the shore
Fills my senses
A chilling reminder of who I was
But my chin is lifted by the stars.
Gently
With warmth
A reminder of who I am.
I am struck
Once more
By it’s everlasting beauty
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Collin Olson
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