To Survive Depression

It has been a few months since my last post, something significant has happened since then: for some reason or another I found my way out of severe depression that has crippled me for the last 5 years. How it happened is another story, but what I wanted to talk about is what it feels like to be a survivor of something I felt would go on to the end of my life. I feel strangely cautious, protective of my self as I face life with an open heart. I am grateful and silently amazed, I feel guilty to make it through and know that many do not. The strange thing is I felt safe in my depressed state, miserable but safe. It was a cocoon. Now  that I am out I feel the possibilities and joy that a normal existence offers would change me into something different. I felt I found my true core when I was depressed, at least when i was unravelling the bonds and close to freedom. Amazing times indeed, The weight is finally off my shoulders, the bitterness has left.