One day the skies fill with thick clouds, obscuring your vision of the future, keeping you trapped in the here and now, in a place you don't want to be.
The next (or perhaps the day after the next day), those clouds disappear. The sun emerges and the serenity, the fulfillment and bliss of life, once more settles comfortably around your shoulders. You breathe a sigh of relief, for you were waiting to exhale (even though you never did like that movie) and your patience has been rewarded.
The joy has returned. Perhaps it's the cooler temps, the promise of autumn right around the corner, the burst of creativity in the novel, or the simple state of being alive, but the depression has fled into its dark corner.
Make no mistake, it will return. But thank the Lord it decided to only stay a short while this time, not even long enough to unpack a suitcase before happiness reappeared and kicked it's sorry behind to the curb.
On Sunday night, you were thinking, "It will get better." Today, you think, "It is better."
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I saw your post yesterday, but was unable to comment because I, myself, am struggling this same way these days. It is a dark and lonely place to be, and to see this, this JOY and hope that you can FEEL rather than just know will be back, is a tremendous encouragement.
ReplyDeleteI am so happy for you, and I do hope the JOY brought it's suitcase and will stay a long while.
(Your last line, by the way, is heartbreakingly beautiful!)
Oh, Heidi, I'm so sorry you're going through this, too. It just totally stinks. I pray that the depression lifts for you and that you will find your joy and hope very, very soon. :)
DeleteYeah, I'm glad the clouds have parted for you.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Patti. I'm quite relieved.
DeleteGreat to hear the joy is back!
ReplyDeleteThanks, J.T.! Much better now. :)
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