When you are forced to lay down, to relax and to heal, there is no noice, no rhythm but a huge silence. This non-movement from being ill is fine. Being reminded of this status from mental illness is just hard to cope with. Allowing myself to rest without feeling depressed again is hard work. Mind work. I talked to myself with patience, understanding and empowerment. As my own mental coach I managed to go through three weeks of feeling weak and on the ground. Being well again, I am so proud that I did not let the darkness win my attention. I kept my head up. No more drowning in the sea of depression and helplessness. The strength is back and I do remember wishing for this day to come. Here it is!