'Depression is like a blanket' I heard a poor soul say.
At the time, I could not sympathize.
Not until I felt that blanket... And it smothered me slowly.
Ever tighter. Ever heavier. It was painful. It was exhausting.
I did not know what it was. I did not know for months.
Not until those little white pills, extended to me by a nuturing hand.
The blanket lifted! I breathed again.
But the air was like ice, burning through my dusty lungs.
I could feel again.
But my thoughts became deafening, echoing in my tidy mind.
I yearned to go back.
Depression is like a blanket. Can I survive the cold?
I was just a kid when I heard this phrase 'Depression is like a blanket.' I thought that it was nonsense. I whole heartedly hope that you do too. But if not, well I hope that this piece makes you feel seen and heard and a little less crazy. You are not alone. We can shiver and shake together until our hands become stable once more.