A Balancing Act

I used to describe the difference between “depression” and “happiness” in this way: Depression was like a bit, comfy, recliner. Cushiony and soft, the kind you can sink into and feel completely enveloped. Dressed in flannels and with a big comforter wrapped around me. Safe, no risks, protected, comfortable. While Happiness was like walking a tightrope with no net beneath me.