I say that for people who don’t know depression, life for them is like taking a walk through an open meadow. Sometimes they hit a ditch they couldn’t see coming and fall, but they get up and continue on their way. For me, that walk through life can be more like walking through a dense forest. When I fall, I can’t get up as fast. But I also know who I am; the depression is not me. I no longer beat myself up for giving myself the extra time to catch my breath when I fall. And when the depression hinders my path, I know that I hold the power to move the branches aside.