Remembering to breathe

Today has been the kind of day where I’ve had to remind myself to breathe. Not just once either.

The festive season is well and truly over and the January blues have come to play their dulcet tones in my ear, a pale lament for the days and weeks to come. A time of withering nights and bleak days, the weather an ode to the colours of winter. A gentle breeze of melancholy blows softly in the air and I cannot help but follow it. It’s such a struggle at the moment when the moments pass so fleetingly, tinges of brightness amongst the dark then gone in an instant. A butterfly flapping its wings and causing a hurricane in the recesses of my mind is the most graceful part of my day.
To you I say give in sometimes because fighting is oh so hard. Give in to the sadness that overwhelms you. But never give up, that’s the thing to remember. Stand fast in the river where others have drowned, against the current you must walk and upstream is where you must head. Like the mighty salmon striving and swimming for the breeding grounds it so desperately seeks, so must you starve the thoughts that would pull you under.

So remember to breathe, and take a deep one at that. Feel the life flood your lungs and the oxygen brim through every cell in your body. Know that feeling and remember that you are alive. Remember to breathe.


5 thoughts on “Remembering to breathe

      1. When I was at my worst, my mum had to bribe me with a biscuit to get me to shower. Gross I know, but it worked. Getting out of bed is one of the hardest things to do sometimes.

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