CasfromStateFarm

I thought I had made it. I thought I had broken free. I thought your smile had finally stopped haunting my dreams. I thought I moved on. I thought I was free. I thought wrong. You will always haunt my dreams. I will never be free. I am a slave memories of you. My thoughts are not my own. I am not my Thoughts. They are me, but I am not they. I thought my heart had healed, I thought I was free. I keep that thought for so long I believed it. I thought wrong.

How is it possible to want someone at your side so badly --but at the same time, drive them away from you? How is it possible to scream as loud as you can --when not a single whisper escapes your lips? How is it possible to try your best to smile --but ending up with only miserable frowns? How is it possible to feel rejected all the time --when many people are your biggest fans? And most importantly… HOW is it possible to love everyone else deeply --but hate yourself terribly that you wish you could die? I have an answer : Depression…

Depression is an ocean, unpredictable and unwavering. Its depths are deep. Its Highs are shallow. Depression is the sky, amazing and determined. Its depths reach our soul. Its highs touch the heavens. Depression is the sun, Mysterious and huge. Its depths are unimaginable. Its Highs wish to swallow the earth. Depression is...me...is it you?

The 13 Wiccan Principles The following set of thirteen principles was adopted by the Council of American Witches, in April, 1974. 1: We practice rites to attune ourselves with the natural rhythm of life forces marked by the phases of the Moon and the seasonal Quarters and Cross Quarters. 2: We recognize that our intelligence gives us a unique responsibility toward our environment. We seek to live in harmony with Nature, in ecological balance offering fulfillment and consciousness within an evolutionary concept. 3: We acknowledge a depth of power far greater than that apparent to the average person. Because it is far greater than ordinary