I can relate to this thanks for sharing
In the midst of my depression, every event, every duty, every change was taken in by my despairing mind as a personal attack. A thing to be suffered. Another thing to survive.
It’s so hard to believe I was like that now that I’ve healed.
But I remember.
I know my thoughts, how I would literally be buffeted by every single fucking thing. Hammering at me. Constantly. Ceaselessly. Pressed down further into the deep pit of despair by the weight of it all.
Every little thing another burden, another suffered pain.
I cannot find the words to describe to you how relieving it is to be free of that weight. To be myself again, a person I’d lost and didn’t even know I was missing. Can you imagine?
It’s a little frightening to look back at how poorly I handled my work load, my loved ones, myself.
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