These days few things can touch my soul.
Torn between numbness and complete mental and emotional exhaustion, some moments I feel the waging war against depression is drawing to an expected end.
From childhood, I’ve persisted till now through bullying, abuse of all kinds, and psychological torment.
As it follows, some consequences of these traumas have included fibromyalgia, depression, anxiety, post traumatic stress disorder and other distressing disorders.
I am genuinely tired of walking uphill.
For some reason this week an old favourite tune popped into my head and stayed there. Probably a God deposition.
I had to look for it.
Crowded House’s Don’t Dream It’s Over.
People interpret lyrics differently. I never needed to think too hard about this one. It just touches my soul and my soul receives it one way.
The guitar edges my nerves, prodding my soul on…’don’t dream it’s over.’
I was born a dreamer, never immersed in the materialistic sea flooding this world. Love, kindness, babies’ chuckles and grandmothers’ hugs have always been more than good enough for me.
The song invites me to familiarise myself with ‘liberation and release’ which are on their way (hopefully, I pray).
I feel lost, I do, but for as long as I can, I will urge my soul on. You should too.
Don’t dream it’s over.
Gentle hugs 🙂