“Faith is not simply a patience that passively suffers until the storm is past. Rather, it is a spirit that bears things – with resignations, yes, but above all, with blazing, serene hope.” Corazon Aquino
For the last couple of years, I’ve noticed that every year around this time, my depression comes on stronger and longer. I don’t know if it’s seasonal, weather-related, aging, mid-life regrets, hormones, or a combination of these and other unknown factors. All I know is that getting out of bed is very difficult. Finding motivation becomes my only daily goal.
As I was walking across campus earlier, I was thinking about this and found just the tiniest nugget of hope in the fact that I can recognize that I’m depressed and still have a memory and a hope of being not-depressed and know that while I’ve been in this spot before, I’ve always come out of it. So it must hold true that I’ll come out of this one eventually too. I have faith in my own ability to weather this depression and take care of myself and come out the other side eventually.