You know when you went to the bottom of your sea?
I mean when you've been right in your abyss.
When everything you've done, fought for yourself seemed for nothing?
First of all don't blame it on others... No dear friend or whoever you are. The fault was only yours.
Yours because you allowed it.
But remember...
When you hit the bottom of your abyss, you have a choice.
Or stay there mouldering and feeling sorry for yourself.
Or by touching the bottom you give yourself the push to get out of that abyss.
No, no one will come to save you, we are not in fairy tales here.
It's you who decides whether to save yourself or leave you there to cry over yourself, complain and get stuck.
But I'll tell you one thing.
When you succeed (if you want) to get out of your abyss... It will be like a rebirth.
And you will see green and it will be light and you will see the sky and it will be light and you will see how long you lived thinking it was all grey.
You can get out of the deep sea and you can rediscover all the colors of your soul.

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. lapaylor
    Nov 21, 2022 @ 19:09:33

    your tenderness and kindness shine through your words, I read down a few posts and was struck by this line “to anchor myself to the roots of the restless earth” and I thought I want to paint a picture inspired by your words.
    Quilting is lovely, I love it and have been art quilting for a lifetime. No limits to what you can create and the community of art quilters is wonderful.
    On Fridays, the blog has a link party of art quilters you would enjoy reading I think.
    I am happy to answer your quilting questions….and get to know you!
    Lately I combine my creative work on to Saturday’s post, and write again on Thursday with my own link party of things we liked that week.
    LeeAnna at not afraid of color


  2. pensitivity101
    Nov 21, 2022 @ 20:32:04

    What a fabulous image!


  3. amarogross
    Nov 24, 2022 @ 19:59:20

    Reblogged this on amaro gross.


  4. seekingdivineperspective
    Nov 28, 2022 @ 03:40:56

    What a beautiful word picture. It’s like my story, except when I was at the bottom (my own fault), I didn’t have the strength to push myself up – I may not have even known there was an “up.” But I saw a hand reaching for me, and when I took it, He pulled me out. ❤ I have been reborn.


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