I’m headed down the deep, dark rabbit’s hole that is depression. I can’t explain it, really. I just … I can feel it. I can feel it poisoning my happiness, robbing me of my joy. No matter what I do, no matter how much I try to resist, it will eventually take me down. At least I can say that I had a couple of good days. I felt good. I was good. Now, I’m back here again. Again.
Can I just rid my life of all triggers? Can I just not bow down to anxiety? Can I just simply let people’s words roll off my back? Can I not be stressed about tiny things?
I guess I should say, at least I can recognize that it’s happening. Yeah. I can recognize it, and yet, I can’t stop it. It’s happening again, and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. I am powerless.
Suddenly, I am reminded of a thought I had a short time ago. An epiphany. No matter how dark the depression seems, no matter how long it seems to last, I survived it. My survival rate is one hundred percent. Let’s go, depression. I will come out the other side a champion.