No rain is in the forecast. The earth looks wet but thirsty. How often have I been that way? I may be knee-deep in blessings but unable to absorb any of them, soaked with love but unable to feel it. Depression does this. Someone can say, "So and so loves you," and "So and so needs you." A depressed person may well know this intellectually, but it doesn't penetrate the love-proof walls depression puts up.
I was deeply depressed for about three weeks. One of he worst parts was that I couldn't read (I'm still struggling). I was surrounded by good books but couldn't read them. I was surrounded by evidence of my personality (every last fairy art print!), but I couldn't gasp any sense of identity. I was wet but painfully thirsty.
I don't know the answer. I just hope that someone reading this feels less alone.
