I’ve draped myself in the comforting blanket of music, of late. It’s gently healing the many wounds I’ve acquired on my journey so far. In this pleasant space, I’m building a better survival strategy for when The New and Improved Depression Monster (TNAIDM) ambushes me in the future. I’ve acknowledged how it affects me; out damn pride. First to go is my wit. I cannot rely on my keen mind when stapled to the floor.
I don’t know how TNAIDM steals my intellect and rationality, but the evidence is overwhelming. I must plan accordingly. My inner gamer sees this as a challenge. There are no walk-through videos to study on YouTube. No strategy guides on message boards. Only me, my presently uncompromised wit, and my shelter of music. Challenge accepted. Victory awaits.
Today, this blanket consists solely of music by Sheryl Crow. As I listen and sing along, the lyrics reach me. My strength and resolve rebuild. My focus broadens, and my sorrows fade. I remember who I am and embrace the biggest picture I’m able to perceive. I’m stardust floating through space. Soon, my minute of life will end, and what remains will drift on with the expansion of the universe.
All my pain is insignificant from this perspective. I can breathe. I can even laugh over the concerns that leveled me yesterday. They fail to weigh me down when I zoom out and allow myself to float. Snapshot. Save. Remember. 💜