It's bloody hard, being depressed. It's work. You push through each day, you slog, you muddle, you barely remember a thing, except that it was hard.
I feel like a drunk, promising to be sober tomorrow. Except it's happiness. Tomorrow, I promise, I'll be happy tomorrow. But it doesn't happen, and another tomorrow comes and goes, with no change.
Depression steals your life. It drains it away, You keep hoping for your life to start again, but you can't see how because of the fog in your head, the fatigue, the vague but unnerving certainty that something somewhere is terribly wrong.
Depression is like sodden gray clouds in the mind, broken wires, communication lines lost in the rising wind.
Storms, at least, will pass, but depression feels like an eternal forecast:
forever and ever, nothing but rain..
Set your sights a bit lower, something attainable. Instead of "I'll be happy tomorrow" try "Tomorrow will be better." And one of these days, it'll be true.
ReplyDeleteI've been there, I've done that, and I expect I'll have to do it again. I know it doesn't feel that way, but - it is finite. It does end. But it improves in such tiny increments that it won't be noticeable if you're not prepared for it. If you're not constantly looking for the better day.
I had to learn optimism because I'm depressive.
That's good advice, Peni
DeleteThank you. :).