Depression has never been the best of friends.
That is what most people call logical. The thing is, ever since I was a kid, I guess, depression has been a constant companion. Soemtimes, it is a positive companion, guarding me from the outside world, unfortunately, more often than not, it is a source of negative condemnation. For the first time, today working out, I was terrifed of what I saw when I shut my eyes as I was knelt down destressing. Was more than unhappy with myself and even moreso disturbed that I had actually had that thought go through my mind again in more than 14 years.
I am not sure if it is the pain, or if it is because of my mental stress levels, but seeing the bayonet again in my hands, was rather disturbing. I thought that had disappeared out of my mind. Well, anyways, I shall fight this again, and I am sure I will beat this through. Just want to say that to whoever is reading this, this isn't going to go into my facebook links, so if you are following without checking on my facebook, thanks.
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