And Then, Came Spring
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  • Parts 31
  • Time 24m
Complete, First published Oct 22, 2019
The journey towards spring is symbolic of how from the beginning I have this desire to 'find'
spring. Spring for me represents this ultimate state of living my life. It describes me living my
best life, being at my best state of mind and at my happiest. I start this book with "Winter"
because I am in a very dark mental space when my journey of healing and bettering my mental
health begins. As I step out of this dark space I am "Apprehensive" but not completely opposed
to love and then I meet someone. At first, I think I have found Spring in someone "I met the
Sun" but as that falls apart and I realize he was merely "false Spring" After months of
"Mourning" what I thought would be my Spring. I start to heal, and this is evident by "And I
remember when I used to love him pt. 3". In this process of healing a new me is born in 'Coming
Home" and "Conversations" By the end of the book I realize that spring cannot be found in a
person, nor can it be found at all. It is something you must create. Mental health is a seed that
you must consistently water with positive affirmations, meditation, nature, prayer and
eventually the state of mind that is Spring, will blossom in your own mind.
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