What happens when I accept depression?

That was part of my path.

I have been depressed for a long time. That had to do with the fact that I had a very, very high level of stress in my life. It changes the chemistry of the body.

For a long time I have thought that I simply do not have the capacity to be content or happy.

I have experienced depression as if I were buried alive. It is no longer participating in life. It means no more feeling despair. It’s a hell made out of nothing. There is not even heating.

The depression then resolves as the petrified feelings heat up again. They can then vaporize, feel and go.

It takes courage, lion courage over a long period of time and compassion for yourself To look at the little shop of horrors within you with the patience of an angel.

It needs an inner red thread that, although it is very fine, gives hope that in the end it will come out again.

It is a voluntary trip to the underworld.

And during this journey, it’s really important not to calculate or strategize. That means you need to embrace and embrace depression. Then you can mature. What ripens may perish.

This question led me to myself. At the point so far it boils down to the question:

I want life. Do I want to give myself to him with everything? with all that shit? Do I want to accept it?

When I’m down there, it’s like the bottom of the sea. You cannot go deeper, because below is death.

You can push yourself down and slowly come back up.

Recovery comes in waves. Don’t be afraid, even if the depression comes back in waves. This happens for a long time, like an echo.

She is completely gone for me. I don’t know if she was bad.