Tonight I read this post. And then sobbed my crazy head off.
It is true...
These are the darkest of days.
They will pass.
There will always be the fear that these outbreaks will continue on forever and return more frequent.
That is life.
These days are MORE than the darkest.
I know that listening to my brain, when it is trying to kill me, is ass-hackery.
I won't forget this bought. I don't know that I will come out on top.
I know that quitting would be easiest...and I also know it isn't an option.
These things and more...
That is depression.
Depression fucking lies.
And these are the lies it is telling me at this moment.