Depression is no joke. I feel like I have so much to get off my chest right now, but I can’t even seem to get started. My blog has been untouched for several weeks now, but I don’t really have much to say, just the same streams of negativity that flow through my mind.
Just when I think I’m going to be alright, the ugly, formidable depression monster reappears.
And it really gets to me.
It plays with me and tells me that I’m no good, that despite everything I do and everything I’ve worked for, that I’m a loser. It tells me that I’m beyond repair, beyond hope.
I want to reach out, but midpoint through the halfhearted motion, I stop myself and give up.
I feel too sick to go to a doctor.
I’m too lonely to reach out to anyone.
I’m too lost to ask for directions.
Is there no end to this?