Depression is:

depression is

suddenly being evaporated from your life,

f o t n

l a i g

as vapor somewhere

in the winter’s unforgiving air

con

den

sing

into a harrowing cloud,

overwhelmingly dark and heavy and

h o v e r i n g

there with no choice to break free,

longing for the day

that cloud will rip its heart open

and you, like all the tears

you could not cry, will

f

a

l

l

back

into

your

life

again.

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I’ve had a few different meaningful conversations about depression this week with humans I love, and then On Being with Krista Tippett released some amazing interview archives on the topic of depression, which I devoured. My reflection from both of those things led to me writing some of my own language about what it feels like for me to experience depression in different seasons of my life. Depression, like many aspects of the human experience can only be pointed to with words. Words are never enough, but they’re at least a step toward naming what cannot fully be names, and that, I believe, is enough.

For those of you that feel alone right now, like the heaviness and never-ending gray are too much to bear, know that you matter to me, and I stand with you in the suck.

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Cheers to the journey, and may your Spirit always reside in a state of wonder.