When it’s like this, it’s almost like being reborn. I can’t help but think of the Phoenix, born out of the ashes. The depression is like this. I don’t know what started it, something in my paranoid mind, no doubt. A spark of something ignited a fire in me. It’s always the same- I’ve seen or heard something that didn’t sit well somewhere inside of me and it gnawed at me and gnawed at me. It’s snowballing. The anxiety blossomed into depression which is slowly dissolving into anger, red hot, boiling rage. I hate it when it’s like this. I hate feeling so out of control. I hate hating the things I usually love. I hate everything. I mostly hate feeling like this. He tells me I need to get some rest, that he’ll handle all of the errands on his own today, but he doesn’t understand that when it’s like this, there is no rest. My mind will keep spinning, my insides will grow more and more blackened by the second until I finally explode. He told me once that he would rather hear the craziness that bumps around in my brain because it’s better than wondering what I’m thinking but once I’ve told him what’s happening he gets frustrated and it makes me feel worse. This is why I’m a woman of few words. People say they want to know, but they really don’t. Not when it’s like this.
“People say they want to know but they don’t…” such a true statement. I think the people around me want to know or maybe glimpse what goes on in my head during times of depression or anxiety but I’m not so sure they can handle it. No matter how you look at it or even if you think this is true, it takes a strong person to live like this. And though it makes us feel weak, and we want to give up we live another day. You are strong. You are fighting this constant inner battle by yourself and though you may feel like you are losing you are winning.
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Thank you so much, My Friend. Your encouragement comes right when I’m needing it and it’s nice to know someone understands. 💜
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I think those of us who suffer from depression and anxiety tend to forget that we’re not alone.
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I agree. For the friends and loved ones of mine that have gone through it I tend to think that they don’t want to be reminded of it and for those that are currently going through it, the anxiety and depression convinces me that I don’t need to be a burden on them when they are already so burdened and so I end up feeling even more alone.
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That’s why I turned to writing. I feel judged about what I’m going through by the people who know me so I come here to vent. It helps me immensely
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I totally relate. It’s helped me a great deal as well. 🙂
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