You stop falling and your feet land on the ground, ending the paralysis. You can move again. It's almost as if there's some outside force, providing stability and resilience within. A light comes on and starts to shine across the dark and dismal landscape that has been your dwelling place. You begin to see things in that different light. Colour returns to your world, design, the panorama of life is visible. Hope returns.
You start to plan again. Think of the future and what you can do in it. See possibilities that may be. Think of goals to work towards. Yes, you got a knockout punch and ended up on the floor, but you've got up again. Somehow, without even realising it, almost simply by habit, you've gotten up again and going to carry on. The knockout was yesterday, this is today. You don't know how it happened, how you did it, how you kept going. But you did. Perhaps it was just a matter of hanging on until tomorrow?
There's a sense of huge relief. Depression can be a huge obstacle, completely paralyzing in every way. Suffocating. Sucking the life out of you. To feel hope, to have even a glimmer of light shine across a dark existence.... You realise what could have been considered the end, isn't. Life does go on. Bad things do pass.
The knockout punch was not the final chapter after all. There's more to write. More to say. More life to live after all.
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