Depression is a dark, dark hole.
So what happens when you can’t get out? What happens when you’ve spent so long in the hole, that you don’t know how to get out? What happens when you get to the point of not wanting to come out?
Because of one person’s patience, courage, and kindness, I got out of the hole.
‘When you think you’re on your own, I’m still coming home’ – James Bay | Running
To the one who never gave up
You saw me for who I was, not who depression made me. At that time, I wasn’t me. Or anything close to me. I was a very different person, but you remembered me for who I really was and brought that person back.
You laid with me in medication-induced sleep, you witnessed panic attacks when my brain would tell me it’d had enough and it wasn’t worth it anymore, you wiped tear after tear. You didn’t push me, you didn’t question me. You cradled me when I couldn’t sleep, when I couldn’t stop tears from falling from my swollen eyes onto your mascara covered t-shirt.
You gave me faith, and hope, and believed in me when I didn’t. You knew I could make it. You made me smile through such negativity, and spoke for me when I couldn’t. You held my head up when I wasn’t strong enough to win the battle going on in my brain. You held my hand when I couldn’t see the way, and loved me when I didn’t even like myself.
You faced my demons as much as I did.
You put all my pieces back together and pulled me out of that hole.
You gave me life. And for that, I am eternally grateful.