In addition to Rob's and Mama's contris, depression for me is like an ant farm, where I've been digging tunnels, trying to get somewhere, and next thing I know, I've dug my own maze with no way of knowing which direction I came from or where I should go; trying to figure out if there's even a point to getting there.
I'm sloooooowly coming out of the worst episode of my life. Some days are ok; some days are shit. Today was kind of shit, but not unbearable shit.
I'm sloooooowly coming out of the worst episode of my life. Some days are ok; some days are shit. Today was kind of shit, but not unbearable shit.
Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.