Meditation.
Stepping out from the shadows.
Suffering from depression.
Can feel like the loneliest place on earth.
I've been there too.
I reached the end of my road.
Darkness covered me.
I was there in the deepest depth of an abyss.
And I felt there was no room for me to return.
I felt hopeless,
Fearful.
Desperate.
And alone and no one.
At my answer.
The search for my recovery had come to an end.
And I felt it was time to leave.
I laid under the darkness of their angry clouds.
But there was a break.
The darkness was interrupted by the sun,
Who shone down on me,
Drying my tears.
Bring you me.
Back to life.
It was at that point that I knew.
It was not my ending.
This is not your ending either.
I see you.
I know you're there feeling this pain.
Alone and afraid not knowing which way to turn.
We are born the souls we're meant to be,
But we are guided away from our true selves.
We then spend the rest of our lives searching for our truth to appear again.
To heal over the cracks of despair.
Long night's longing for a glimmer of hope,
That we will find ourselves amongst the heaviness.
Finding that path can feel hard.
We can wander so far and wide that we can no longer remember that we left.
We wander through life searching and searching on the outside for that peace of happiness.
Yet what you're looking for.
Is already within you.
You've just forgotten.
That it's you on the inside.
That you're searching for and when you know that.
The search can stop.
You can sit within the silence and listen.
Because you never went anywhere.
The search is not on the outside.
It's within you You have not been hearing your whispers calling you home.
Your whispers on the inside.
It's time to listen.
It's time to reconnect.
But first.
.
.
It's time to let go.
It's time to reconnect with who you are.
It's time to give yourself the gift of loving your own life.
Your way.
It's time to let go of the baggage that others have made you carry.
It's time to nourish each part of you.
It's time to nourish each part of who you are.
And remember,
You matter the most in your whole world.
You are not a slave to living.
You are the master of your life.
Treat yourself that way.
Start living for you.
Fall back in love with you.
See the shadow above you.
See it.
Feel it.
Air it.
Hear what it's been telling you.
The shadow has been telling you.
You are alone.
That you are afraid.
That you're failing and falling.
And that life no longer loves you.
Notice where those feelings are Where in your body is the pain?
Where in your body?
Is the depression existing?
Is it in your stomach,
Your chest,
Your heart?
Your head or does it cover an area?
Just notice where it is Where in your body are these feelings?
Where are these thoughts feeding?
Where is the battle?
What?
Is the wall.
And I want to make it so clear to you.
There is no shame.
You have been suffering against your choice because you didn't know.
You have been unwell.
Now it's time to let go of the thoughts.
That do not serve you.
There's a gentle breeze blowing around you nature.
Is loving you.
Can you hear?
Miss.
Can you hear?
The whispers in the wind.
They may be faint,
But they are the whispers that brought you here to listen.
To be because you are worth this life.
And your life loves you.
Your life.
Loves you.
The two parts of you so often far apart.
One leading you away and one bringing you home.
Start to come home.
And see yourself in a beautiful meadow.
So peacefully created just for you.
You come across.
The light.
As you walk along the rocky shore of this beautiful lake,
Notice the breeze that passes over you.
Lovingly holding you in its arms.
Telling you it knows you're there.
You're seeing.
You matter.
You are loved.
You are a child of the universe no less than the ocean and the moon and dip your toes into the water.
Feel yourself.
Feel its warmth and walk in.
Walk into the water.
You'll say.
You are safe because you float.
Walk into the water.
And lay back.
And float.
Look up to the deep blue sky and breathe.
Breeze tea.
Breathe the shadows out and away from you.
Away from your soul and breathe your life back in.
Awash with peace,
Awash with love.
Lovingly held,
Cared for and wanted.
You will love.
You are loved.
Above you the deep blue sky.
And a rain cloud.
Directly above you.
And one by one.
Raindrops fall.
Covering your body.
Has arrived for you.
Now wash away the pain.
The pain of the past.
And let go.
For what once served as a purpose does no more.
We look back but we cannot change the path of the past.
And when we look back we are trapped Frozen in time,
And we are not here,
And we cannot get there.
The quiet whisper within you speaks.
I love you is time.
To be free.
Breathe deep.
Breathe into your soul.
Allow the water to wash away the pain of the past.
That's it.
Let go.
Feel the tension,
The depression draining from you out from your tears,
Your fingertips and toes.
Hearing your whispers getting louder.
And louder.
I am here.
I am here.
They've always been here.
But you have not always heard me.
I've been waiting for this moment.
For you to hear me once again.
I've missed you.
I love you.
Just be within the silence.
As you continue to let go.
And hear your whisper.
Talking to you.
Allow it to come back in time.
No pressure.
Just listen.
The cloud begins to disperse.
Like the darkness you felt inside drifting and leaving.
As the sun begins to shine warm bright.
Hello you.
Be well love.
And as you leave the water,
Feel and allow.
Allow the lightness to be felt.
Give yourself permission to allow your soul to continue healing.
I see you.
I hear you.
You will want it,
You are needed and loved.
And as you sit on the rocky shore in a warm cosy blanket.
Watching the horizon fade into a gentle mist as it meets the sky.
Hold yourself.
And love.
I love you.
I need you.
Is now time.
Time for your whispers to get louder.
And to be heard.
This is your life.
You can't.
Recover.
You are deserving and worthy.
And you.
Are enough.
Be free child of the universe You have always been within you.
The outside search can end.
And your internal reconnection.
Come begin.
Be free.
You are as good as the ocean.
And the moon.
Namaste.
