a chance of showers…

the clouds are back in all of their grey gloomy glory, don’t worry there’s been no rehash of pill counting but the rumbling clouds are over head.

It is loud yet silent all at the same time… There’s a change in the air, and all I’ve done is hide inside for days unable to talk or communicate with anyone but the cat because just as I begin to share what’s inside the clouds, the showers begin and I do not show them to anyone.

My unwillingness to show the showers and share what is hidden in those clouds makes me retreat inside myself so deep that I push everyone away with an ‘I’m fine’, ‘I’m ok’, ‘just a bad brain day’…

That’s the thing with the grey gloomy storm clouds gathering, the depression wants you to be alone, but all you feel is lonely… sometimes all you want is someone to come along with one of those huge golf umbrellas and stay under it with you whilst the rain pours.



6 Comments Add yours

  1. Rapunzel McWeaver says:

    the quotes are beautiful and heart twisting – sweet Pascal, am stroking your hair till you fall asleep xxxx


    1. seasonsofapril says:

      Love you RMcW xxx


  2. jinkerson says:

    Bless you – if I could I’d sit beside you until the sun comes again. x


    1. seasonsofapril says:

      Thank you Tim x


  3. Kate furni says:

    Never forget, whether near or far, I’ll be standing by your side.


    1. seasonsofapril says:

      Thanks beauty xx


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