Into such a life, depression comes as a gift, bringing the chance to strike root in a deeper ground inside oneself. Depression comes as a gift forcing one to listen to the voice of the Self within.
Depression comes as a gift wrenching one from the comfort of the collective to the isolation of one’s own feeling values, from the safety of the wide gate and broad path to the doubts and fears of one’s own unmarked, rocky footpath…
Depression comes as a gift that stops one from hurrying briskly, confidently to the market. Stops one from rushing to the shopping center to buy one more bargain blouse for an already overcrowded closet.
Depression comes as a gift asking that a woman recognize her own substance and trust it as the quiet, steady voice of her own truth.
Depression serves a woman as it presses down on her, forcing her to leave behind that which was not of herself, which had influenced her to live a life alien to her nature.
Depression asks that the attitude towards one’s life be changed, that the source of authority be recognized as no longer outside, but now deeply within, that one relate to each event, task, and moment of one’s life personally, subjectively.
~ Judith Duerk, from Circle of Stones: Woman’s Journey to Herself
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