The seed head of the dandelion appears to be incredibly fragile—a puff of breath or a strong wind can make it fall apart. But that’s its function. The whole point of the round ball of fluff is to fall apart so that individual seeds can fly on the wind and plant themselves somewhere new.
How have you allowed something to fall apart so that something new could be born?
During my depression, I guess that you could say my old self fell apart then. In terms of my public self and my dreams and expectations, I am a very different person.