Today I am sharing a post about hope. It is not mine. But it could be my story…or yours. Under Reconstruction is an amazing and encouraging blog. You might want to follow it. I do.
Karen writes honestly about her battle with depression in a way that gives hope to all of us who have struggled with it. And hope is the subject of an article she published earlier this week. You should read it. All of it.
Here is just a taste of what she says:
Hope, as it turns out, is as misunderstood as love. Like love, hope isn’t an emotion. In fact, hope doesn’t have to feel good in the least. Like love, hope is a choice and a commitment. A commitment to what? A commitment to keep choosing the path of life — in spite of feeling hopeless…
Perhaps it all boils down to putting aside your pride. We despair because we are unable to accept ourselves and our lives, or we believe the world cannot accept us, or both. It’s not an easy decision to make, but when we choose radical acceptance, magic happens. Slowly but surely, I started experiencing improvements in my mood. The more I put myself out there in spite of the forces threatening to engulf me, the more the clouds began to clear. My thoughts became more realistic, my emotions more stable, and my social anxiety markedly reduced. I became less inward-focused and could start loving and caring for other people again. At the very core of it, I came to recognize the inherent good of being alive once more…[ Read More ]