"Depression is the inability to construct a future."
Sad but true.
Like the ever returning weeds in my herb garden in Garibaldi, depression keeps coming back. It's a long one, this fight I've had against it. I pull off the weeds, every day, until I think they're finished. And then I find that there's a little one I missed. It was only a couple of weeks ago when I felt so damn good that I feared something was wrong. And now... I spott several diminutive sprouts here and there. I'd better roll my sleeves up and pull them off immediately. Time to go to Garibaldi.
"Why do you stay in prison
when the door is so wide open?"
Jalal al-Din Muhammad Rumi
I want to construct my future. I want to leave the prison.
The door is open.
Original picture here.