Missy Jubilee 196 ADDIKT

by Missy Jubilee

I was better after I had cried, than before

More sorry. More aware of my own ingratitude. More gentle

Love is not something we give or get.

It is something that we nurture and grow, a connection that can only be cultivated between two people when it exists within each one of them.

We can only love others as much as we love ourselves.

If we can share our story with someone who responds with empathy and understanding, shame can’t survive.

When you come out of the grips of a depression there is an incredible relief, but not one you feel allowed to celebrate.

Instead, the feeling of victory is replaced with anxiety that it will happen again

You come back to life thinner, paler, weaker … but as a survivor.

Survivors of depression don’t get pats on the back.

One day I hope see a sea of people all wearing silver ribbons as a sign that they understand the secret battle that people fight with depression, and as a celebration of the victories made each day as people individually pull themselves up out of their foxholes to see their scars heal, and to remember what the sun looked like.

Shame is a soul eating emotion.

Shame eats people whole

And shame corrodes the very part of us that believes we are capable of change