“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.” – ALBERT CAMUS
Dear God, may this be true for all who struggle, anytime of the year, with low grade depression or situational despair. Could it be even, that depression is somehow a gift, thought it doesn’t feel like one? Or at least that, nothing, not even our depression is wasted as we hold on to hope, do our work and create, somehow, our own healing?
“Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any misery, any depression, since after all you don’t know what work these conditions are doing inside you? Why do you want to persecute yourself with the question of where all this is coming from and where it is going? Since you know, after all, that you are in the midst of transitions and you wished for nothing so much as to change. If there is anything unhealthy in your reactions, just bear in mind that sickness is the means by which an organism frees itself from what is alien; so one must simply help it to be sick, to have its whole sickness and to break out with it, since that is the way it gets better.”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet