There’s no really knowing why depression strikes or where it hides, but it’s cruel, and it’s dark. The more we search for a hand to pull us free the more hopeless we become because inevitably, as it has been proven time and time again, the hand that pulls us free must come from within.
The other day I was meditating and counting reasons for gratitude, a small practice to help disperse the stormy clouds I got trapped beneath a few months ago, but then, the most bizarre thing happened. A few seconds after opening my eyes one of the many sticky notes on my wall fell. Each of the sticky notes has a hand-written quote with words of inspiration and meaning, but the one that fell upwards, facing me, and with perfect readability was the reminder that, “happiness is a choice.”
I’ve never been the biggest believer in signs from the universe but suddenly I see them everywhere, and, after months of being followed by gray clouds, I can feel myself being pulled towards the light. The world feels beautiful again, life feels beautiful again, and for that, I am so, so grateful.