Lost at Sea

For me, at this point in my life, depression is like being lost at sea.  Stranded, on a tiny bit of floating ice.  Oh sure, there are things you could do.  You could try swimming.  You can hope for rescue.  You can try to steer the ice.  But all of these things seem so pointless.  You know land is out there, but you can't see it.  It's hard to believe you'll make it.

Then you come across another island.  Maybe someone reached out a hand and helped you onto theirs for a moment.  Maybe you found something, anything, to get you through a few more hours.  The goal is to build stepping stones, so you can take step after step onto something new, anything that will keep you moving forward.  Anything that stops you sinking.

One day, there'll be enough things that you'll be running across dry land.  For now, you're floating alone, looking for a baby step to get started.