Depression is like a hurricane, tearing through the walls of your mind. You wait out the storm, taking shelter, trying not to get swept away. Eventually the eye passes over, providing a respite.
Recovery is like the eye of the storm that is depression. You come out from your hiding place to examine the wreckage of your mental state. You try to repair what you can, knowing it will never be the same. Depression is like a hurricane, and recovery is the eye. You never know when the other side of the eye wall will hit, taking your peace of mind with it.
But like all other storms, this too shall pass.
Depression is a hurricane.
