The Way Out Is Through

One of the things with depression is how near sighted you become. How wrapped in your own pain, that you can’t feel anything else.

You don’t see others hurting, no matter how much you love them.

You barely even feel that love, because there isn’t room for it with the pain.

You hurt so much. That empty expanse in your chest either feels wide open and aching, or closed and hollow.

Not much in between.

It’s like you literally don’t care.

About anything.

But yet this isn’t who you are – you know that.

You know that you love.

That you care.

That you’re a person who breathes, who lives.

Who wants.

Who hurts.

But part of you wonders – is this darkness me?

It confuses you.

Who am I with this?

Is this who I am now?

Or what am I?

This isn’t you, but it’s a part of you.

The blocking it out, pushing it away is what creates the emptiness.

The not caring.

When you’re in that fog, it’s as though nothing exists beyond your suffering.

You have nothing to give, because there is nothing to give.

This does not mean you are uncaring, unloving, or cold.

It means you are someone that is hurting.

And not honoring this pain is hurting you even more.

Dismissing this pain, pushing it away, is why you haven’t healed yet.

We need to move through it in order to heal. In order to learn what it is that we need to learn.

This is you, the real you, calling to be heard.

To be listened to.

To be loved.

Love that you enough to pause for a moment and listen.

This is the way.

If this resonates with you – reach out. It doesn’t need to be this way anymore. I can help.