Depression is sitting behind thick glass—a translucent wall. You know the sun is shining, but you cannot feel its warmth.
Depression is being a well that’s run dry, seeing everyone’s thirst, and knowing you’re empty.
Depression comes like a thief. At first it takes little things. And you don’t notice they’re missing. But soon enough you find yourself ransacked—robbed of your joy and energy.
Depression is an inconvenient weight that slows you down. It’s always a bit too heavy to carry and overwhelms all the containers you own.
Depression is a mighty hand pressing you down and holding you back. Its fingers grab you by the ankles, restrict your wrists, and wrap around your neck.
But, depression can be as informative as it is restrictive. It can be a muse that’s as reliable as it is wretched.
There is much to be found in the darker places inside of you. And for those brave enough to take a look, depression (which feels like living death at the time) can turn out to be fruitful.
Depression is no small thing—it is vast and heavy and deep. But it cannot restrain you forever. One day it will cease to be.
Depression is like midnight, and so it must be followed by dawn. It will not be dark forever. One day your light will return.
“Though you have made me see troubles, many and bitter, you will restore my life again; from the depths of the earth you will again bring me up.” ~Psalm 71:20