I Try To Find the Words
Every time I open up a new blog post, I find myself being unable to find the words. Depression affects people in different ways—and in my case, affects me in different ways every time it comes around—but this time it seems to have taken the form of apathy. I have a hard time caring about anything. I have a hard time finding the will to do anything. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in bed but sometimes I’m terrified I will.
It will pass. All fits do. For every pin-shatteringly beautiful manic moment, there is its corresponding deadening low. It’s the nature of knowing things that come around, go around. For me. Ups and downs are unrelated to any event. I am. That was easy to accept.
The hard part is weathering it.
*hugs* I’m feeling depressed and whatnot, too, though I think mine is stemming from all the craps that’s been happening to me, social-wise, work-wise, and etcetera.
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Hi,
Ugh, I liked! So clear and positively.
Dirnov
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