Out of the Blue Depression Rolls Like WavesPexels.co...
Depression rolls like waves. Sometimes it overpowers you completely, leaving you pressed, uncontrollably, unable to move beneath all the weight, unable to breathe. Sometimes you can see the waves coming, and you try to move to higher ground. But you can’t really, because you’re trudging through thick sand that sucks at your feet, impossible to run or even walk away. Sometimes, the waves merely play at your feet, swirling and smoothe, only splashing up to your knees every so often to remind you that you’re still in the wet.
But if you’ve ever climbed back onto dry sand after being driven madly through tumultous waves and dragged mercillessly across the sharp floor; if you’ve taken a deep breath of air when the healing winds are blowing hard enough to whip the smell of salt away, if only for a moment; then, oh then, you know that you have never been lighter. The heaviness of the heart suddenly evaporates, the weight jumping up with so much force and taking flight you might say it is like a gull startled by a jogger on a foggy morning. It leaps away, leaving the heart to rebound as it can. And it can. It does. In fact, it swells into such action and furvor as no young man, eager for his craft, has ever set to task. No heart is busier than the heart of an ex-depressee, and none is more hopeful.
And then, none is more broken, crushed, shattered, beaten, when the waves-gone for a breath-return full force to make it an unwilling swimmer once again.
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