…d of depression, it’s that there’s no magic pill, mindful pose, or therapy practice that cures all. These might help, but the real key is simple and unsexy yet hard to obtain and to own: the realization that we are enough already. That we are not different, weird, broken, damaged, fucked up, faulty, guilty, unloved, or unlovable but worthy in our imperfection, strong in our vulnerability, brave in our fear, good, capable, unique, wonderful, and fumbling around to find who we really are. Just like everyone else.
And if life alone isn’t enough, there’s school. Zipped into uniforms, praised for knowing, and punished for messing around, we armor up against play, curiosity, and imagination. Whatever wide-eyed wonder we had at the world is drummed out of us so we can be molded into an ideal social unit.