"One can hurt yet still talk about good things, no?"
It amazes me how, at the height of my depression, I forgot that simple thing. It's so hard to see that light, or even talk about that light, of good that is in our lives when we're in a bad place. Maybe it's easier to talk about the hurt because it's all I knew, maybe I just didn't want to hope that things would get better. Whatever the reason, I forgot to talk about the good in my life.
I had a warm bed and food to eat every day.
I was still managing to pass my classes, and even make some friends.
I expanded my ability to play bass, teaching myself to allow my emotion to play the instrument as well.
The only thing I could focus on was what was going wrong and what made me hurt.
It's easy for us to curl up in our hole of depression, self injury, eating disorders, addiction, and loss. Even if you're not ready to leave that space, there is still good. There is still light. Take a minute and try to think of that light. Write it on a note card and put it next to your bed, add it to your journal, commit it to memory, write it below this - what you decide to do with that light is up to you. Just always try to remember the light.
-- Felicia