I wish I could say that everything is rainbows and pony farts, but it isn’t. At least… not always.
And, rarely is it ever what you *think* causes it. It just… is.
It isn’t something I talk about often, just because I prefer to keep it in the past.
I was diagnosed with depression about 10 years ago.
Through some intense therapy to kick my butt, I was able to run from the darkness.
And, for the past 10 years I’ve been good, for the most part.
Because I have refused to give in.
And.
I still am good.
Just, sometimes I’m not as good.
That’s when the darkness comes.
And, for some reason, I let it wrap around me now.
Maybe because I’ve fought it for so long,
and so much has happened in recent months.
That I don’t have the strength to fight it…
in that moment.
Sometimes one, and sometimes many days.
Just trying to cope. To come back for air.
When everything is wrong, only everything
can’t be defined.
And for every thing there is no thing
to make it go away.
It just is.
Because as much as I hate it.
The darkness still comes.
About Dana
Definitely been there. And I can’t offer advice, because there is no perfect fix. But I can say that you’re not alone. You have support in me, and online in millions of others who deal with depression too. And luckily, you know that you have a father in heaven to look over you, as well as a Father in Heaven to help you.