I am more encouraged by people feeling depressed than I am with someone who is blissfully undaunted by the current state of affairs in the world. If you are depressed, it means that you are tapped into the collective, you feel the plight of others even if you don’t see their face or hear their story. You have compassion for a unknown tragedy. That is fertile ground to embrace the expansiveness of who you are.
If you have trouble getting out of bed in the morning, maybe you spent your night holding the hand of children who were poisoned in war, comforting the grieving on the other side of the world. Or holding up hope for the discouraged. If you wake with some of the dust of their anguish upon your brow, so be it. It is better to taste their tears than it is to feel the cruel sting of indifference.
Medicate if you must. Or just be reassured that there are dances with the different currents of life that take place beyond your four walls. You in your sensitivity, are able to soar beyond the wall simple to hold out a hand. Or offer the warmth of an embrace that so many are deprived of.
Perhaps wear your depression as a homage to those who will never know the luxury of worrying about a mood disorder in this lifetime. They are too busy scratching in the dirt for food, huddled together for safety, or on a trek with no end trying to find a place to pour themselves in and call home.
Depression? I am more skeptic of those who do not feel it; or anxiety of some kind. What I really wish is that there was a medication for those who are apathetic to the anguish of others. Those who advocate for power with little concern about the outcome. I wish there was a pill for them. If only they would take it.
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