Day 19 "Is Depression a Place?"

Is Depression a Place?

Sitting on my back porch feeling depressed

My awareness was in front of me,

And down,

About in the middle.

I felt the pain,

The listlessness,

The hopelessness I was in. And I wondered …

Could I get out?

Though I didn’t think it possible,

I tried.

I moved my awareness to a place in front of me,

And to the upper left.

Instantly I felt happy,

Hopeful,

Full of faith.

Shocked, I wondered,

Is depression still there?

I moved my awareness back,

Down and to the center,

And I was in it.

Depression.

This is crazy, I thought.

This depression feels just as hopeless,

As helpless,

And as lacking in faith

As it did last time I was here—

Just a couple minutes ago.

And I wondered,

Is depression a place?

A bubble of energy hanging around?

A spot for my awareness to slip into?

Maybe.

And I moved my awareness up and out again,

To that place,

Up and to the left,

Where I had found joy.

Joy was still there,

Waiting for me,

And I continued on with my day,

In joy.

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