I fell into a hole - I know it well.
It even has a name - depression.
I tried not to fall - grasping hold of something, anything, that I know is important
But it all seemed so meaningless....
Finally, I landed and stopped to take a breath
(what little I have left)
And began the slow process of climbing my way out.
Falling takes hours - climbing takes weeks, even Months.
But I'm grateful that yes, I know my way out.
When I get there, I'll let you know...
I'm not smoking - no sickerettes down here.
Chapter One:
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost...I am hopeless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter Two:
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I'm in the same place.
But it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter Three:
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in...it's a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
Chapter Four:
I walk down the same street.
There is a hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
Chapter Five:
I walk down another street.
Are you tired of climbing out of that hole yet?
