Inspired by this image.
Sunday Reflection #1
In the depths of despair I dreamed of god and rejected her later anyway,
because it was just a dream, because I was troubled, because of course
my brain was not working properly then. Hormones and depression meds
talking, that's all it was. But since then I have wondered, a bit more each
day, whether that was intuition rather than illness/illusion/delusion talking.
Whether my subconscious was giving me hope, giving me a reason to feel
better. I wonder, chronically, what might have happened had I just believed myself.