Depression is a complex complicated thing.
Nothing simple about it.
If it were simple I would expect it to be something else entirely.
Not something to hide
Or to fear
Or to question
Is it getting worse or better.
There would be no need to ask family – how am I doing?
Or on the flip side others walking on egg shells asking –
Are you ok?
But something to acknowledge
With out the need for anonymity.
With out shame
If it were something else
There would be hope for more
Hope for much better
than what the reality of an ongoing struggle.
That for those of us with support are able to face one day at a time with out over blown expectations.
That it will fade away – lift like a fog
There can be security in facing it as it comes acknowledging that It’s not a choice anyone would choose
Accepting what you can’t change moment by moment.