I find the slide downward to be too easy.
I compare fighting depression to the struggles of a poor ant that stumbles into an ant lion trap.
The ant lion is a small little larva of the damsel fly. It’s jaws of death two long pincers that serve 2 purposes; one to make the trap, one to kill it’s victim. Death awaits below, if you hit bottom.
The ant lion will dig through the soil until it finds a nice sandy spot and begins throwing sand up in a circular motion. More and more and finer and finer.
The grains so fine that once a poor ant steps into the trap, it can’t gain hold of any thing other than the fine grains of sand that flow downward with it.
Into the unknown jaws of the ant lion, having secured it’s next meal…
Depression is like that, a funnel of fine grains where it gets harder and harder to grab something to hold onto.
Love, purpose, compassion?
Anything