I keep running away from almost every opportunity I get, especially with jobs.
But in reality, depression has become like a job to me over the past 10 or 11 years.
It’s consumed almost every ounce of me. It doesn’t matter what I’m doing or not doing, it doesn’t matter if I’m with people or alone.
Every other day if not everyday is a constant struggle with having too much sleep or not sleeping enough, eating or not eating at all, feeling alone yet needing to isolate myself so that I don’t annoy people.
People tell me to find a hobby, to get up and do something, but even when I find a hobby.. or do something I feel I’m decent at, I either lose interest by finding another interest or I get bored or give up because it’s too difficult.
What seems to be my rock bottom, usually doesn’t feel like it’s enough to help me soar to the surface.
Yet despite all of these things, I’m still fighting even when I’m on my last straw.
I’m still fighting even when I feel as though I’m at my lowest point.
Someone once told me that it’s sometimes harder to let go than it is to hold on.
That may not be true for some people, but I feel as though it’s true for me personally because no natter how much I want to give into letting my body give up, no natter how many times I run away and create a new identity, no matter how many times I try to give up, for some reason, I snap out of it. I find something that motivates me without even searching for it and it’s enough until it isn’t enough again.