"When depression comes, I feel it like a prowler gliding through my body. My chest tightens, my head fills with dark whispers, and even the day feels like night. The prowler has no face, no clear shape, but its presence is heavy. Sometimes it circles in silence within me. Other times it presses in until I don't know how to respond."
"In those moments, I feel caught between two choices: do I lie still, hoping it passes by, or do I rise and face it? Often, I choose lying down-not out of paralysis but patience. Sometimes the only way to coexist with the shadow is to rest, to surrender for a while, to let sleep take me. And sometimes, when I wake, I feel a little lighter. Not free of the prowler but reminded that it is possible to live alongside it."
When depression arrives, it moves like a prowler through the body, tightening the chest, filling the head with dark whispers, and turning day into night. Sometimes the response is to lie still and rest; other times the choice is to rise and confront the feeling. Rest can allow temporary relief, while awareness diminishes the shadow's hold. The shadow forces confrontation with shame, grief, fear, anger, and discontent, but it also conceals forgotten strengths and possibilities. Its primary lesson is humility: acceptance of limits, deeper listening to pain, and recognition that healing requires seeing the darkness rather than denying it.
Read at Tiny Buddha
Unable to calculate read time
Collection
[
|
...
]