I have a very stressful day. I have to visit family and then see my counsellor. The counsellor has been my life-line in the last couple of months. And has literally talked me off the ledge a couple of times. My darker side wonders what the point of it all is – the talking and the talking and the talking. I know I feel better after talking. But I am impatient and want things to change. And there is always this voice in the back of my head that questions his motives. And what is the end of it all? Simply for me to live with depression?

I follow The Depression Chronicles on Instagram. I often find it very helpful in expressing or putting into pictures what it feels like to live with depression. Yes, there are bad days – darkness and hurt. And there are not-so-bad days. But often these do not look much different than the bad days.

So what is my point? I am thankful for the people who help me – and they do help. The people who support and encourage. The people who do not belittle the struggle. The people who stick around and do not leave when the going gets hard. The people who look after the little things – Did you eat today? Did you take your medication? And the counsellor who keeps listening even when I question his motives. The people who are love in the hurt and who reflect The Light in my darkness.