When Hokusai painted his Great Wave off Kanagawa
I wonder if he was painting what depression would look like for future generations?
Because that’s what depression is: a wave with claws
It rears up without warning
A tsunami of anxiety that swirls in the depths
A living, breathing thing as fathomless as nature
It crashes over you without rhyme or reason
It washes away everything you’ve built
And leaves you drowning in the wreckage
It casts you adrift on tides of uncertainty
Alone, even when there’s life all around you
The wave will come again
But you can ride it out with the people who know you best
They’ll be waiting with their lifelines
To pull you free
To stop you from drowning
To help you breathe again
Yamato Magazine 
beautiful drawing. love it. what would the person have thought when he made this
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