Thank You

r003-020There is a certain beauty in having brushed up against deep sorrow and survived it.  There is certainly honor in it having taken up residence in your belly and chest, taunting you with the hope of death, and rejecting it despite its temptations of relief.  That’s where I sit most days.  Profoundly proud and thankful.

Sometimes I think back to June; to that horrifying six weeks when I begged for death to relieve my illogical sorrow.   I remember hands.  Some nervous and pleading.  Some demanding and angry.  A few that were warm and kind.  I also remember the day I had to stand up again.  Without the hands.

No one tells you that the hardest part of depression is getting better mostly but not all the way.  When the hands leave.

There are things I wouldn’t know about now had I not fallen into the pit and climbed back out again.   The world is so vivid when it stops being gray.  Did I not always feel the warmth of the sun on my body so intensely or hear the orhestra of wings fleeing the cherry tree as I passed by?

I’m quite certain I had never really taken notice of some things.  The intimacy of sharing an apple.  The touch of a man; the smell of one.  The braveness of a child pulling out his first tooth.  The way bare feet feel in wet grass; Why does everyone want me to wear shoes so badly?  Don’t they know that my feet felt nothing and now they feel everything?

What all of this means is simply that it was really bad.  It was impossibly bad.  But now it’s just beautifully hard and at least most of the time it’s maneagable.  Thank you for listening to my mundane story of hardship and triumph.  I’ve been moved to tears by your words and encouraged by your stories.  I hope you all have warm kind hands to hold you for a while.



21 thoughts on “Thank You

  1. You write so beautifully Lola. “Our sweetest songs are those that tell our saddest thoughts”. Thank you for sharing so honestly, I hope you feel the reaching hands of those who don’t even know you wishing you well

  2. Thank you so much for this post, I realize now how much I have dealing with my own version of depression. Naming it everything but what is was. I hope the best and gentle recovery for you.

      1. Yeah, I do understand that feeling. Always wanting to give up when things go wrong. Its good you didn’t. Its even more better that you had them around. Have a nice day

  3. Well done for getting this far 🙂 you’re awesome 🙂

    And I hope you find the way right to the top. And figure out what kind of fence you need so you can avoid falling back in ;). I hope your people keep holding their hands out to you even when you’re not sure if you need them anymore. I hope knowing that they’re there regardless brings you peace and not a feeling you don’t want. I hope you always see and feel and sense vividly…but because always is a long time, also that you remember how it was, so you can be a primary witness to yourself on the days when it’s hard to believe that it’s possible..
    I love how you write 🙂

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