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I go to the ocean and hold my breath
to stop time and to hide;

To let the waters wash around me,
even through me
to silence the voices
to calm my weary spirit.

Suspended in a place of eternal blue
currents gently play
caressing my skin
soothing my soul.

Bathed in the peace and tranquil embrace of the deep…

When my depression was really bad, there were days when I mentally struggled to get out from under the duvet to even go to the loo, let alone brush my teeth.
I would have to talk myself into moving my foot to just start the process of getting out of bed, whilst trying to ignore the craziness…