The Price of Healing: Part I

Depression is an interesting thing to write about when you’re not inside of it.

Even as someone who has experienced depression for their whole life, I find moments where I find it difficult to put it into words. I try to touch upon it in my poetry, and here, but it’s like explaining darkness. There are only so many words you can use to describe something so many have never felt, like describing a color they have never seen.

Even now, only just outside the periphery of my depression, I find it difficult to look back inside of it.

October has been a month of such beauty and adventure, filled with kindness and welcoming and healing. I find myself speechless.


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Some of the many pages of poetry that came to me through my depression.


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