One of the things that I am thankful for this year is that winter and depression are alike. That’s right. Please read on.
Winter is a time when nature appears dead. Trees have lost their leaves, the grass is no longer green, and rivers freeze and appear to lose their flow. Depression can feel this way too: all of life is dark, frozen and immobile. There are no buds to be found: only bareness. Yet beneath the frozen gloom, life stirs. There is an unobserved splendor quickening. Though still unseen, Spring is reviving.
In a similar way when I work with depressed individuals, I find that their dreams are surprisingly positive, uplifting, and frequently heroic. This points to healing going on below the surface of consciousness, that there is a Spring coming after the time of darkness passes.
This similarity of life renewing itself where there appears to be only darkness is something for which I am truly thankful.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Winter is a time when nature appears dead. Trees have lost their leaves, the grass is no longer green, and rivers freeze and appear to lose their flow. Depression can feel this way too: all of life is dark, frozen and immobile. There are no buds to be found: only bareness. Yet beneath the frozen gloom, life stirs. There is an unobserved splendor quickening. Though still unseen, Spring is reviving.
In a similar way when I work with depressed individuals, I find that their dreams are surprisingly positive, uplifting, and frequently heroic. This points to healing going on below the surface of consciousness, that there is a Spring coming after the time of darkness passes.
This similarity of life renewing itself where there appears to be only darkness is something for which I am truly thankful.
Happy Thanksgiving!