Sometimes I hear people say, “Depression is a disease.”
This is normally said either by normal people or by people who have been convinced by normal people that what they have is wrong.
But I’ve learned to be grateful for the wrong I have and the wrong I am.
If I didn’t fall into depression, I wouldn’t be able to write what I write, not only in poetry but in my novels as well. I wouldn’t be able to feel what my depressed characters feel.
If I didn’t fall into depression, I wouldn’t know what it is that other depressed people feel, and for that, I’m grateful; I’m grateful to know.
If I didn’t fall, I wouldn’t come to realize that falling again and again is good practice for rising back up again and again.
So yes, I’m grateful for what I go through. I’m grateful that I am wrong. I’m grateful to have been blessed with this depression that allows me a unique, outside perspective of normal.
You hear that, Sadness? I’m glad to be with you, whenever you need someone, whenever you need me. While other people push you away and make you be alone and make you feel bad for being what you are, I’m glad to be with you.
I’m glad to be your friend.
I am here.