DmnStr8
Come what may
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I deleted the original post after a depressive episode. I guess I was ashamed of my depression. Ashamed that I could not enjoy life the way so many other people seemed to do so easily. It becomes all consuming and all together another consciousness. Depression is unrelenting. When I asked stay or go... the question was to myself and not about the nexus.
Depression is like someone pushing you into a pool with all your clothes on. You get completely surrounded by it. It becomes your world. So you swim hard but your clothes are wet and it makes it harder and harder to swim until you just are so exhausted from the struggle that you want to sink to the bottom and die. When you do finally make it to the side of the pool and pull yourself out and it's hard walking around with wet soppy clothes. Sloshing around. Easy to fall back into old patterns and ways of thinking. Easier to jump back into the pool. I don't know if this is the best analogy but that is how it feels.
Depression is hard to talk about. It's hard to admit it. I know that life should be happy. But something inside me just won't allow it. More and more it is lessening it's grip on me. I am doing the work and with it a new awareness and focus is summoning new thoughts to silence the vituperative voices of depression.
Fall down seven times, stand up eight. ~Japanese Proverb~
I just want to say thanks to everyone for supporting me. Thank you so much!! :thumb_up:
I deleted the original post after a depressive episode. I guess I was ashamed of my depression. Ashamed that I could not enjoy life the way so many other people seemed to do so easily. It becomes all consuming and all together another consciousness. Depression is unrelenting. When I asked stay or go... the question was to myself and not about the nexus.
Depression is like someone pushing you into a pool with all your clothes on. You get completely surrounded by it. It becomes your world. So you swim hard but your clothes are wet and it makes it harder and harder to swim until you just are so exhausted from the struggle that you want to sink to the bottom and die. When you do finally make it to the side of the pool and pull yourself out and it's hard walking around with wet soppy clothes. Sloshing around. Easy to fall back into old patterns and ways of thinking. Easier to jump back into the pool. I don't know if this is the best analogy but that is how it feels.
Depression is hard to talk about. It's hard to admit it. I know that life should be happy. But something inside me just won't allow it. More and more it is lessening it's grip on me. I am doing the work and with it a new awareness and focus is summoning new thoughts to silence the vituperative voices of depression.
Fall down seven times, stand up eight. ~Japanese Proverb~
I just want to say thanks to everyone for supporting me. Thank you so much!! :thumb_up: