Crawl if you have to…
by Tracey Metzger
I am a dreamer. I love to imagine flying to new heights. I am always conjuring up the “next” thing, making plans and setting goals.
Except for those times when I am not.
When I am in the throes of depression, the dreamer side of me disappears for a spell. The depressed me can’t imagine that I am capable of lifting myself 2 inches off of the ground much less flying.
On those days I need to remind myself that I will fly again, that I am not going backwards. I am moving forward even if I have to crawl.