Dear Depression: Thank You. I love You. Please forgive Me. I forgive Me.
Did you catch my letter last week addressed to my anxiety? If not, you can read it here: http://heretobehuman.com/dear-anxiety-thank-you-i-love-you/ I also wrote a letter during my recovery to my depression. I wrote it during my recovery when I started seeing it in a new light. I started seeing it for what it was and stopped fearing it when it came around. I stopped questioning, why Me? What’s wrong with Me? I stopped judging myself and and I softly and gently took another approach instead. I accepted it and allowed it in, and as a result, it naturally dissipated. I wanted to share it with you in hopes that it may help you see it in a new light too.
Dear depression: Thank you. I love you.
You came and visited me today and I cannot thank you enough for stopping by. You taught me an invaluable life changing lesson that I never would have learned if it wasn’t for you. And for that, I am grateful. I am more than appreciative. I am blessed beyond words.
You taught me something that perhaps I could have read in a book, but not something I could have truly understood without the grace of your presence. Without the thoughts you brought and the feelings that followed. Without you depression, I would be none the wiser.
Not long ago you came to me and you said my joy wasn’t possible. You said there was something wrong with me and you played with my loved ones until I broke down. You talked in ways I didn’t then understand and you brought feelings of low lows that made me question my okayness.
You made me question things that caused even more discomfort and you sent me packing upstairs, to my mind; the place where these answers only get more complicated.
From the view up top, in my mind looking down, I questioned you. I questioned why you were here. I questioned you as if there was something wrong with me. I contemplated whether life was supposed to be like that. Hard. And sad. And full of funky lows.
Maybe I was flawed…Maybe there actually was something wrong with me…Maybe, maybe, maybe…
I questioned you all day long and looked for answers outside of me. I reached out for support and questioned some more. I searched and I searched and I was convinced that someone other than me had the answers to my questions, to my heartaches.
But dear depression, I was wrong….
You told me something you will forever remind me of whenever you come to visit. I know I’m human, so I know from time to time I expect you to come visit, but I know now that the next time you come and each time after that, you will remind me of this:
That I can feel you without being you. I can feel the thoughts that encompass your depressive undertone, but that does not mean that I am you.
That like a friend stopping by, I can greet you and love you and grace you with my presence, but that doesn’t mean that I am you, and that you are me.
It does not mean that I have somehow been lost, somehow been changed, or somehow been flawed. It does not mean that I can’t experience you without you changing the course of my day, or the course of my life. It does not mean that you are an inherent part of Me, or that I am you.
It means that I am still who I am, and I am still who I’ve always been. I am my kind soul. I am my big heart. I am my greatest gift and everything I long for. I am love. I am my happily ever after and everything else in my life just adds to my already whole soul.
It means that you can come over, and that you can come visit, and that you are even welcome;
But it doesn’t mean that you will stay forever, because I know that when I stop listening, you eventually get bored. I know you mean well and I do too, so please dear depression hear me when I say…
I appreciate what you’ve told me and the work you’ve had me do. I appreciate your well meaning suggestions and I appreciate your crazy ideas. And next time you stop by I won’t be so unwelcoming. I will greet with you with the love, the compassion and the grace you deserve. I will respect your presence and not wish you away. I will be reminded that I am human and that no human is perfect.
I won’t mistake myself for being beyond you because I am not here to be there.
I won’t mistake myself for being perfect because I am here to be human.
Thank you. I love you. Please forgive me. I forgive Me.
When we allow our thoughts and feelings to come and we don’t try and fight or resist or will our way out of them they soften around the edges.
Their seemingly permanent positions become impermanent and their rigid ideas become softer suggestions.
We unknowingly give ourselves permission to love ourselves more and by doing so, we make way for our wisdom to appear.
We strip the layers of our thinking away just as an onion peels, and we become centered once again in our hearts and our being. We become centered within and we uncover answers to seemingly hard questions and we give way for the process of life to unfold.
We no longer have to force. We no longer have to fight. We no longer have to search.
We see that we are our greatest gifts and we see that we are peace and whole and everything we want within, and that everything else simply complements our life.
By allowing with grace our thoughts to stop by, we open an infinite well of creativity, of love, of peace and serenity that we long for by innocently fighting.
The secrets are no longer secret and the answers appear.
We are enough. We are whole. We are peace. We are love.
And we are exactly, when and where and with whom we are meant to be because dear Warrior.
We are not our thoughts, and they are not us.
They are just like the snowflakes falling in winter. They bring a blanket of cool and a blanket of disturbance when they cover the roads, but if we slow down and appreciate their impermanent presence, we allow ourselves to appreciate their ever changing beauty in the seasons they visit.
We no longer fear them and we no longer wish them away.
And when we really slow down, and we really stay open, and we really love ourselves through the process, we see that we are exactly as we’re meant to be.