It is a sunny Autumn day in the park, orange leaves scattered around trees like confetti. I lay sprawled out on the open grass in the middle of the park. The sun is a warm hug, while the cool breeze stops me from getting too hot. As the wind caresses me, I hear her soft whisper. “Let me take this from you”, she says, and, like a broom sweeping up the dirt on the floor, she cleanses me of my sorrow. The weight I carry daily has been lifted, and for once I feel normal. I feel part of life happening around me- the cyclists, the distant sound of kids playing on the playground, the ice-cream van. I want to freeze this moment, capture it in a bottle like pixie dust and never let it go. But alas the dark clouds have rolled in again, and I’m left clinging to the fraying memory of life without depression.