Finding life in the grey

Most days the weather is grey.

Everything I look at is grey.

Not just the clouds that turns grey, but the entire world.

As if the color has drained from life..

But I feel either all black or all white.

There is no grey, no middle ground, nothing these two extremes.

I just swing between the two

And it’s either ‘all good’ or ‘all bad.’

There’s no bridge in between, only emptiness, feeling stuck, defeated angry, and helpless.

Maybe I need to rethink how I look at the colour grey,.