Arches & doorways
New dawns & new eras
On sleeping victims
We seek comfort
In our illusion of control
Like a sling around broken bones
We sleep under duvets
Protecting from the shocks
Of the sickness
That shatters our dreams
Chorusing our sleep
If you wish to feel comfortable, you should first seek discomfort.
If at all it could be said that there is a key to life, it is on simple thing: Contrast.
Contrast is the only way we can have good things, so we must endure the bad.
But what is most painful about depression is not the contrast between your worst and best days, it’s the indifference that is torturous. A prolonged indifference that can go on for days, weeks, months and even years. Or rather it is an indifference to the good things, the silver linings, the comforts. A sense of pointlessness overwhelming the senses.
Contrast is like oxygen to a stable ‘happy’ mind. But what if your brain just isn’t responding to that oxygen? What if, for prolonged periods of time the only contrast you have are in the different hues of bleak dreary, blacks and greys?
Yes it’s true that even bouts of depression don’t last forever, but it feels like forever. And they bouts last long past their due.