What is it about our depression that really affects us? We live like Eeyore from The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh walking around with a dark rain cloud looming over us. Suddenly, everything is seen in a shade of gray. This feeling robs us of seeing color and emotion. Happy yellow, bold red, somber blue, elegant purple, perky pink, unpredictable orange, wise green—they all turn into gray. Simple gray with gray mid tones and no high lights or low lights. Every situation for us is clouded and masked, like the looming clouds before and after a storm. Where you can walk outside and feel the bitter cool wind whip against your skin. But it’s a relief from the blazing heat, isn’t it? Or in this mask of gray, is it simply another uncomfortable weather change? Our dejection leads us there, standing on the front porch, clutching our crocheted sweaters against us and wondering when the rainbow will shine its merciful colors through the thick clouds. We don’t need a dazzling show of bright colors, but simply a tiny peek of light. Something other than gray to let us know hope is coming.
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