I have written several times about struggling with depression, I don’t want to rehash all of that. I want to consider for a moment if we were to take out my soul and dissect it, what would be find inside.
My soul looks no different than any other. It’s a reflection of who I am as a person, fragile yet resilient, tender but sometimes rude. It longs to give but it can also take, it loves but can be overcome with rage. The depression has caused it to be a darker shade, you can see by looking on the outside it’s over come by some shadows of despair. What would you expect to find filling such a soul? Bitter poison? Garbage, dark and foul sludge? Is it full of hate and disgust? What will be filling a soul of depression when looking inside. Continue reading →