Lifeline

How can you quantify a lifeline?

You don’t know how much life is giving until you catch it in the justice of hindsight.

I read a quote that said depression is the intersection of a body fighting for survival and a mind that wants to die. 

This resonated. 

I think my mind has reached an overflow of stress. 

And when I look around me for the invitation of joy or survival I can’t quantify a lifeline. I can’t think how much a single text means. Or someone else thinking of you. The everyday phenomenon of natural thoughtfulness appears truly miraculous when you’re down. It changes the colours in the sky if, for just a moment. 

I have so many lifelines.