I made it through the storm of depression. The winds were strong and the waves were high. My boat was rocked, it took on water, heck, it even capsized at points. But I made it out the other side. I found land and my family is happy. I am happy.
I now say things like “I suffered with awful Post Natal Depression when I had my first child” and “I’m so lucky that this time around I’ve been well”. I am well. I am no longer depressed. The sun shines and I have been happy for a long time.
But, occasionally, it rains. Like all habitable climates my mood experiences the odd scattering of clouds. Sometimes the sky is a bit darker and, yes, occasionally it rains.
Rain is not depression. Rain is a bad day. Actually rain allows the flowers to grow, in turn making the sunnier days more attractive and more appreciated. The bad days allow us to cherish the better days with more passion and more love.
Rain is real life. Rain is an inevitable, unavoidable part of life. Noone wants the sun to shine all the time. It would be too warm, too bright, too dry. We wouldn’t appreciate it. It only takes a week of sun for people to complain, but, let that sun break through a dreary, wet weekend, and it is loved with more passion than cake at a party.
I will say it again because it’s important: rain is not depression.
A bad day is not a storm.
The sun shines, the sky is bright, the breeze cools us and yes, occasionally, it rains.