LeonaM-Stephens
This is a journal on depression, its depths, its deceitfulness, its cruelty, its imprisonment. An attempt to understand how and why it starts and if, when you are inside it, you can escape it, suffocate it, deny it, hide it. Or accept it and live with it. Like a deep wound that never seems to heal in spite of the mending. Whether you can stand up although it feels like you are dying. Talk although it feels like those are your last words. Feel alive although it hurts. And understand that only by accepting the pain, can you eat, sleep, work, smile, love, have fun. Never forgetting the pain. Because only when you accept it, you will grow stronger every day. Few people you meet on your short path will be able to bear that pain when they start to grasp it. Most will let go. And when you find that few, you will cherish them, for their hearts are beating for you.
To those who have lost their loved ones to depression.
Oh, humanity! If only you tried to fathom the depths of the sacredness of the soul that annihilates itself!
"1 Better is a good name than good oil, and the day of death than the day of birth. 2 It is better to go into the house of mourning than into the house of feasting, for such is the end of each man. Who is alive, let him take this to his heart. 3 Anguish is better than laughter, for a worried face makes the heart better. 4 The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, and the heart of the fools in the house where it is cheerful. 5 It is better to hear a reproach from someone who is wise than to listen to a song of the fools. 6 For like thorns crackle beneath a pot, such is the laughter of the fools. And this is vanity. 7 For oppression can lead the wise to act like fools, and a gift can spoil the heart. 8 Better is the end of things than the beginning."