2. Day 31: A Cabin At The Lake
This month of extending love to depression has been somehow like coming home. Coming home to a house you visited when you were very young but had not been to in many years. Everything looks smaller, less daunting, possibly shabbier even while exuding the feeling of the comfort and safety of home. Allowing myself the gift of spending time with the thought-cluster of depression has been like coming upon a favored cabin at Donner Lake that has been shut up for years. It’s dusty and stale and all the outdoor furniture is stacked in the living room. The water has been turned off and...
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