Every month the moon rises in its fullest glory. During that phase, and sometimes the quarters before and following, I go through severe depression.
I glimpse up into the sky, wanting to appreciate the beauty that the glorious moon is bestowing down upon me...but, I can't. Behind the alobaster shine lies a tornado of emotions with a resulting ebb of depression.
Hoping that as each month brings a full moon, so shall I continue to shine upon the people who love me.
If I don't make it one phase soon, please know I love you and always will. Please know that I am finally happy and at peace.
For now, I roll with the tides and wane with the moon.
Peace
