Gratitude for Darkness

Depression is a mother f***er. A sneaky ninja. A parasite of pleasure. It weasels in when you least expect it and grows beyond belief. If you've never experienced it - be thankful. If you have experienced it - be thankful. Depression, significant, soul crushing depression profoundly changes you. 

There was a time in my life where I was in a hole. No light. No hope. I coped by never leaving my house. Withdrawing into myself. People, nature, school, work, everything was too much to bear. Inflicting physical pain on myself was the norm. Just to see if I could feel anything but sadness.

So many people have similar stories. Overwhelmed with anxiety. Drowning in depression. I came out of my depression because I worked on it. Therapy. Connection. Sunshine. I'm still a work in progress. (shit, who isn't?) But I wouldn't be who I am today had I not experienced that darkness. I see light more clearly and more gratefully. I tell myself nice things on the reg (hell yeah I'm a fuckin rockstar and so are you). I eat good foods. I move my body. I live in love. 

We're all walking miracles. Little bundles of water and energy that conceptualized out of nothingness and into being. Appreciate that shit! We are capable of handling unimaginable trauma and celebrating endless ecstasy. Be thankful for the hard times. You wouldn't be who you are if it weren't for them.