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     The waves that control that world are not like the peaceful waves you'd see breaking, crashing, and washing up soft, dark sand on a hidden beach. The ocean never sits still. The big waves swell, gather momentum and crash onto the seashore, and retract from the beach to do it all over again. Back and forth. 
     Our moon controls the tides in the world. The world is mostly made of water, as is the human body, therefore, everything comes to us in waves—the highs, lows, sickness, luck, pain, anger, anxiety, etc.
     Depression can clearly be seen and felt by those who suffer its pain in an apparent wave form, much like a migraine. Though the waves can be massive tidal waves, particularly after the death of a loved one, or a serious traumatic event. They keep coming until there's an advancement within the stages of grief. 
     Or even at thoughts of Maybe everything isn’t my fault after all. Maybe gaining and losing, coming together and falling apart, are natural parts of the ebb and flow of life. You wouldn’t expect a wave to stay stuck at its peak, would you? Then why would you expect the same for the movements of your life? 
     The grief that had you in its grips, loosens its stranglehold on your throat, where it’s been camping out.
     Even when it comes to drugs, particularly natural ones grown from the soil of our planet, the high always comes in waves. The ancient, tribal patterns seen in a hallucination from mushrooms grows more intense before calming down, all the while expanding your mind. 
     Shit, even the sickness of withdrawal attacks in waves. But I wasn’t ready for my addiction to come at me in a massive, unexpected tidal wave, while I stood there, allowing it to destroy every part of me.