A blessing for those who know the weight of depression

Blessed are we who discover 
that there is language for the injury that has befallen us, 
that there are words to define it,  like stepping stones 
that can stabilize, comfort, and lead us forward, 
even if we don’t exactly know where they will lead. 

Blessed are we agreeing to a process 
where actions build the thoughts that build emotions 
and not the reverse. 
When it works, we’ll know it. 

Blessed are we when we don’t have to pretend anymore
or go it alone for we are all part of the beauty and the struggle 
together