Depression is a strange thing. From my own personal experience it hits you from angles you weren’t aware needed protecting, it cuts off your connection to not only the rest of the world but more importantly yourself. Hit is the wrong word to use, depression seeps and grows like mould or infection and you don’t realise its there until the smell is potent or you’re soaked in it.
It’s like having an epiphany and then not being able to word it, it’s like not being able to reach your own fingertips. It is complete black paranoia and mind suffocation.
I medicate myself with time and calm. I don’t ignore the feeling but instead I dwell on it, question it and invite it in to explain itself to me. It’s not important if it is a painful process, because pain is a feeling and to me, during depression any feeling is progress.
If I panic that feeds my monster. It exposes me not to be the calm and patient person I am presenting myself to be. Instead I follow simple instructions. Breath, just breath.
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