My Writings

Monday, September 17, 2012

Mountains

Depression is like a mountain. To get to the top of the mountain is to be happy. You have to take steps and work at it just to get there. You'll come across a cliff and fear will sink in, you'll doubt yourself, wonder if you are really as strong as you were feeling this morning when you decided you'd conquer this mountain. You'll debate on going back, but then someone offers you their hand, you're not alone you can cross this cliff; you cross it. A little while later the trail becomes very steep. you're on all fours climbing, you end up sliding back down, but grab onto a tree stump, and hold yourself there for a bit, talking with your friend, reminding yourself you're not alone and then you get the desire to keep going again, even if you start to slide back down, it's better you try than to just give up. You'll reach what you think is the top of the mountain and be so pleased with yourself and find peace in the beauty around you, then you notice there is more of the mountain, you figure why not, I've been doing well here, I got here with the help of others, as long as i use the skills I've learned to get to here I can make it to the next summit. So you head for it. This one seems a lot harder than the previous climb. more cliffs than before, and even steeper, but you remember the low, and don't wanna go back to that dark place. You remember the first summit you hit and remember the beauty, and you know you want to reach that place, so you fight even harder. This time you're more open about your struggles.
I'm on my second climb fighting to reach the summit. I want to find that peace and beauty again. I am not giving up. I will find peace and comfort in the beauty around me. I can survive whatever comes my way.