Depression is cyclical, and it's hard to shake. But there are periods of relief, and periods of light.

Sometimes it can be good to look back and reflect on the times that were hard. How many times did we experience such severe pain and heartache that we thought we wouldn't survive? Or that we didn't want to? But we have survived, and the scars provide how strong we are.

Breaking out of depression is hard. For me, it starts with little things. One thing each day to fill competent and confident. Emptying the litter box. Walking the garbage to the dumpster. Taking a shower. Little by little I gain momentum. I also try to remind myself to reach out and stay engaged with treatment and with friends.

Some days the depression wins. But so far I've been able to claw my way back to the light. I hope you find the strength and hope to do the same. <3