Hallucinations

I started blogging because I felt beaten and uncertain. Everything seemed hard and scary as every piece of bad news stuck panic in my core. Although I remained cheerful, damage to my confidence was deep enough to cause depression. It was subtle but relentless.

The picture shows just part of the height I climb everyday just to go out and come home. It used to instill pain every time I go up and down. For so many reasons I often felt too burdened to enjoy rest or even a vacation.

In the last few weeks, I no longer feel so bad. Even though feelings rarely stopped me from much, it was more I had gotten used to panic and to crawling my way out.

While so many of my fears have become milestones of the past, memories can linger and become like hallucinations. Like a mirage, I just have to learn to ignore them and embrace a new freedom.

So now I look up or down the long stairways of the hillside, it's just a way of life. Sometimes tiring, sweaty, but uplifting because my home is on the way. To be enjoyed.