This is not an original poem of mine (unfortunately), but think it is beautiful and comforting. It mirrors my journey too, and so wanted to share it. It's by Parker J. Palmer, and I came across it this morning in an email (to which was attached the story of his journey into depression and what happened to him there). “Harrowing” The plow has savaged this sweet field Misshapen clods of earth kicked up Rocks and twisted roots exposed to view Last year's growth demolished by the blade. I have plowed my life this way Turned over a whole history Looking for the roots of what went wrong Until my face is ravaged, furrowed, scared. Enough. The job is done. Whatever’s been uprooted, let it be Seedbed for the growing that's to come I plowed to unearth last year's reasons— The farmer plows to plant a greening season.