This is a metaphor that I use for Recovery,..the tide has gone out.
When I became depressed, there was no obvious reason. I had been bullied, my parents had bickered. But it was unlikely that any of this could cause depression.
I was bewildered myself, and thought that it was mistake, a flare-up.
The Depression defied treatment and remained with me into adulthood.
Finally, I managed to break free.
However, now it is as though the tide has gone out.
When I was a child, we went to the coast. Sometimes the tide would go out for miles.
We were not allowed to walk on the wet sand which was really sinking sand, and so I would sit on the beach, and wait for the waters to return.
I could see everything for about two miles. The rocks, seaweed, some rubbish.
I could see the world under the waves.
Now that I have escaped depression, I can see the causes.
I now realise that there were reasons why I became ill, but they were hidden by my own wilful amnesia.
Depression was my way of masking these problems.
I was distressed, and I buried it all so deep.
Then I became ill.
The Depression was only a symptom.
Recovery is a challenge because I can no longer bury these problems.