Our Folded Hands

Women helping Women. Reaching out to the Sister who still suffers. Helping each other through the Good times and the Difficult times. To get to the SOBER way of life, One Day at a Time.

Pretty Purple Flowers

Each day a new Beginning

I used to think I’d never know the difference between serenity and depression
because depression subdued me.  —S.H.—
Depression is familiar to us all, and less incapacitating than it used to be. We have made progress, we can be

assured. “This too shall pass” is not an empty slogan. Each of us can recall, with ease probably, a period we

thought we’d never survive.  Maybe our problem was family-related, or a tough on-the-job situation. Or maybe
we felt inadequate and lacking in strength to cope with all situations. But we managed. Here we are today, taking charge of our lives and moving forward in search of serenity.
Serenity no doubt eludes us, again and again, throughout the day. But we can let our
minds rest. We can give our thoughts to the wind, and serenity will find us. Serenity’s
peace nurtures us, strengthens us to withstand the turmoil ahead. There is always
turmoil ahead. Life’s lessons are found there. The irony is that a life with no problems
doesn’t offer the opportunities we must have if we are to grow.
I will let the serene moments wash over me. I will cherish them. They soften me.
And the blows of today’s tumultuous storm will be lessened.