It’s a funny thing
Depression is an interesting little friend I have in my life. It’s funny how she sneaks up on me and I don’t even realize it.
I fall into a fog, and feel stuck. I don’t really realize it happens, it can just happen. Life doesn’t seem right, or good, or anything really. I just go through the motions most days. Even then I don’t manage to accomplish everything, or anything, that needs doing.
Even self care.
I can’t tell you for sure how it’s gone away in the past, but this time around some crises arose around me. I had no choice but to jump into action.
I’m not fully out yet, but at least I’ve found some purpose and meaning again. And I can build on that.