My life ...

Today at the night , I thought about the river that runs under the bridge, near my home .  I realized, it is that feeling  of melancholy.  That constant ebb and flow like wind what dance aroud me. I sometimes have felt like I have fallen off the bridge and splashed down into the river.I felt like I am falling into the abyss.

Today, I know  that I can just rest and float on my back to the water, in the river of melancholy, until I reach the shore. I then can scamper up to the bridge and start over at crossing to direct practice.  The river of melancholy supports me, holds me, allows me to recognize my adoption feelings without feeling that I can die....

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