Depression is the winter of the soul, but spring will come if we can just hold on.
It won’t be long, I can feel it in the air. The days are getting longer and the night is ebbing away. My heart is starting to flutter with the excitement of renewal. I adore the spring and all it brings with it. I am ready to be renewed.
I think one of the things that makes depression worse in the winter (and for me it always is) is the way it screams of our own mortality. Everything dies, the leaves are gone from the trees, leaving them bare, the flowers are vanished and the birds don’t sing. Everything is cold, lifeless and seemingly barren. It’s harder to feel joy when everything around you is bleak.
But winter doesn’t last forever and we will come through it. We just have to wait it out, plant seeds for the spring and wrap up warm.
Little by little the winter will yield to the spring. The snowdrops will flower, the daffodils will bud soon after and wait for their turn to open, the blue skies will become more frequent and the days will draw out. Colours will start bleeding into the picture like a massive celebration of life and the birds will sing again, the warm air carrying their music to our ears. We will be awakened from the hibernation of our spirit and our peace.
Everything will be reborn and with it will come hope. Warmer, sunnier days are on the horizon.