The gray cloth on my soul - Depression

My soul is filled with sadness. There's nothing I can do about it. I think. While my grandmother used to wrap me in a colorful shawl that she placed around my shoulders when I was sad, today it is a gray shawl that lies over my soul. But it doesn’t give me warmth like it did when I was a child. I'm freezing. I feel empty inside. I can hardly describe my deep pain, for which I don't even know the cause. I am lonely, I am afraid. I know something has to happen, but I can't find the strength to throw off this gray blanket. A song by Reinhard Mey comes to mind. But I can't sing. I'm writing for my life. To encourage myself... ( Nanja Holland) “Words are the beginning, even in the dark.“ (Priska Fiebig) Our book brings together stories and experiences on the topic of depression. Sensitive, sometimes mercilessly open, personal, literary... in search of hope and a way to color the gray cloth.