The Season of Dragonflies

So I was going to my usual weekly therapy appointment the other day and something happened. In front of the visitor parking, there is a large lawn, and beyond that lawn, there is a stone wall, and beyond that a large bush with bunches of pink flowers. After I parked and turned off my car engine, I sat in silence, slowing my breath and trying to prepare for the appointment, then I saw the first one. A blue dragonfly. It whizzed past my window. Then I saw another, a red one. Finally, I looked up through my windshield and noticed that there were hundreds of them! Floating gracefully across the lawn, coming from the big flowering plant. It was cool outside as I got out of my car and they flew around me, some so close I could feel the bursts of wind on my skin from their little wings. It’s that time right now, between summer and fall, and for me, it will always be known now, as the season of dragonflies.

Categories: Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Creative Writing, Depression, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, PTSD, Self Esteem, Writing

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