Sometimes I found myself in, what I like to call, the vortex. It’s a whirlpool of feelings and emotions that sucks me in and makes it hard to escape. Even when everything seems okay, one small thing can trigger it. In the vortex, its melancholy membrane filters out joy, motivation, and creativity and floods the senses with sadness, lethargy, and a depletion of any glimpse of inner light.
Sometimes I can fight it, sometimes I have to just let it be. The energy I expelled the combat it creates a ricochet effect and drags me down in the end. It’s okay though, I know it exists. I know I am not alone. I know that on the other side, there is a warm sun, a good hug, and the rest of my light waiting for me.