Depression is a catchphrase I use for all the invisible pain disarraying my soul.
So, depression is like an ocean whose waves I surf.
Sometimes it’s in my favour, lifts me way high. Other times it completely subdues me and I sink to the bottom like an anchor. The irony is, my pain floats. It’s the only constant in my life.
Despite it all, I keep diving. I see the waves coming in, and I keep crashing into them. I try to tame them with my surfboard but when that doesn’t work I let go and submit to the pull of the seabed, trusting in Allaah that He’d bring me back up once I’ve collected all the pearls of wisdom I was meant to.
Courage. To leave safety/comfort/certainty behind, ashore .
Courage is my surfboard.