I am lost, my compass is broke, i can’t see the stars, the rivers are frozen and I can not see their flow, and the moon has hidden her face, I am alone and I am scared.

I stopped taking my my anti-depressants 2 weeks ago in an effort to actually start feeling things again, and it has been working, my life is full of promise again, and I can feel emotions again. the only problem is that I am exhausted, I don’t have the power to once again wage war against my demons, who for the last 3 years have been safely locked away behind a door made of prozac.

Long ago a wise woman once told me I was as white as a ghost, she called me a ghost who walks, I could really use her right now, but that’s not likely to happen.

So I will do what I was taught to do when lost, alone, and scared. build a fire, shelter and listen.