Depression is...

...to walk alone along a crowded beach, to see all of the smiling, playful, joyous people, and to know that it is meaningless.

...to feel the cool ocean breeze and the wet sand between your toes and to know that they are meaningless.

...to hear the waves crash and see the majestic surf and to know that they are meaningless.

...to offer a silent prayer with your feet, from the vapor and into the abyss, and to know that it is meaningless.

To live with depression is to accept the meaninglessness without judgement or condemnation, to stop seeking meaning in the meaningless while hoping against all hope for hope that the veil of darkness will lift and some peace can be found in a cold, dark, cruel and empty world.

Ecclesiastes 1:2-9 TNIV

“Meaningless! Meaningless!”

says the Teacher.

“Utterly meaningless!

Everything is meaningless.”

What does anyone gain from all their labors

at which they toil under the sun?

Generations come and generations go,

but the earth remains forever.

The sun rises and the sun sets,

and hurries back to where it rises.

The wind blows to the south

and turns to the north;

round and round it goes,

ever returning on its course.

All streams flow into the sea,

yet the sea is never full.

To the place the streams come from,

there they return again.

All things are wearisome,

more than one can say.

The eye never has enough of seeing,

nor the ear its fill of hearing.

What has been will be again,

what has been done will be done again;

there is nothing new under the sun.