This has been a very rough half year for me. I have Major Depressive Disorder, and with the onset of winter last year I dropped into yet another serious episode of depression. I’m one of the lucky ones – my illness is very responsive to medication, so the past months have been more of a long dark night then the endless slide into the pit that they used to be.
It’s been like living above the Arctic Circle. Day after day of shadowy twilight to be endured and waited through, knowing that the light does return.
There is an old saying that things are always darkest before the dawn, which I am not sure is true. But I have found something recently that makes the darkness more bearable. A little truth, that I learned a long time ago, and had forgotten.
The stars only come out at night.