Four simple steps to overcome depression.

And they work every time.

I’ve tasted sorrow, it was so bitter I made a feast of it. Like a surge of acid from the depth of my bowel pumping it’s way up my palate. I’m defenseless against the sheer force. Drowning my senses to oblivion.

First it’s fear riding a sudden awareness of impending doom. It then devolves into an overwhelming manifest of negative thoughts circling with the speed of a hundred horses around my mind. My heart races to keep up. My shoulder muscles and chest wall tighten under the weight of this new perception, squeezing air out of my tired lungs. I’m suffocating. My outstretched arm can barely hold on to sanity as it dangles at the edge of the abyss. I need help. I pace frantically, losing my connectivity to what’s important.

Rummaging through it all, I struggle to dust up and articulate any word gleaned off the previously read, lyrics to all my favorite inspirational songs, stored up like logs for the winter. But the words don’t suffice. I need strength.

I pray.

Hi haters! I forgive you. You’re welcome, have a seat. There’s room for all of us. Then I pray for diligence to forget. I express gratitude for all that I’ve been given and all I will need. Tools to achieve my goals.This clears up space for creativity.

When I open my eyes, I run.

I hit Quick Start on the treadmill and proceed to run my sorrow away. I run a short distance, 3 miles or so enough to sweat. And it works. Some days I fail and I’m unable to muster the will to get to the treadmill quick enough. Other days, I’m able to let my mind float like a butterfly, flower to flower around the garden of peace.

While in that garden, I meditate. I’m able to ask myself questions to identify my shortcomings. I write down my thoughts on pen and paper. Then quickly proffer solutions underneath, borrowing knowledge learned from books I’ve read.

The body and mind are one. Hence, the need for a chiropractor, massage therapist, physical therapist or a caring significant other. (Non)sexual touch from my beautiful lady friend at least three times a week provides me that satisfaction we all need as humans.

I’m no expert. However, out of my experiences I share what has worked. My ability to strike a fine balance between daily rituals and occasional novelty has opened up the sliver at the door allowing me a breath of fresh hope when I’ve most needed it.

I hope this helps you overcome depression.

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