My Depression Connection Question of the Week
How is your week going so far?
I bought a new app the other day, one about poetry. I discovered a poem which really resonated with me. As a matter of fact, I couldn't finish it without tearing up.
The poem is called "Making a Fist" and was written by Naomi Shihab Nye
For the first time, on the road north of Tampico,
I felt the life sliding out of me,
a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear.
I was seven, I lay in the car
watching palm trees swirl a sickening pattern past the glass.
My stomach was a melon split wide inside my skin.
"How do you know if you are going to die?"
I begged my mother.
We had been traveling for days.
With strange confidence she answered,
"When you can no longer make a fist."
Years later I smile to think of that journey,
the borders we must cross separately,
stamped with our unanswerable woes.
I who did not die, who am still living,
still lying in the backseat behind all my questions,
clenching and opening one small hand.
I thought the author used a perfect metaphor for human resilence in fighting adversity.
My question for you is: How are you fighting your depression? Do you envision the process as some sort of battle? How do you personally find the strength to keep warding off your depression symptoms?
Let us know your thoughts. We are eager to hear from you!