I have lived a life that feels like I have lived life in a darkened room. I have tried to understand this room so as to become 'enlightened' and thus light up the room. Yet this seems not the same as choosing to switch on the light. In this way, the light has not 'understood' the darkness but its presence dispels the darkness. In a similar way, I have tried so hard to understand the depression within, in the belief that, in this way, I would somehow come to be happier. And yet the 'lightbulb' moment has come from coming to learn how to feel an inspiration within that naturally dispels the depression. How to come to know this? I have my own ways, even if I still struggle at times. But for some it may be exercise, for some art, music, talking therapy, walking in the woods, writing, being with family and beloveds. Whatever. More and more, I come to feel that it is not the way that we come to open to this inspiration that is most important - but rather that we do.