Opening up is one of the most vulnerable things I can think of. It reveals your very soul. It exposes your weaknesses. It allows others to see you in a different light (hopefully shedding insight into past behaviour and softening their hearts towards you). It starts you on the path to healing and forgiveness.
Opening up is far from easy. It is the hardest thing I can think of. It opens you up to ridicule and judgment. It casts a shadow forever tethered to your side for all the see. You cannot take it back. You cannot hide.
Opening up is the only thing I have left.
Depression is the killer of all joy.
It steals you away. It hardens you. It takes away even pain, so that you do not feel a thing.
Depression is walking into headwinds no matter what direction you turn.
Never escaping the whirling thoughts whipping around in your head.
Depression is waking up tired.
And going to bed tired. It does not care about your well-being.
Depression is lies disguised as truth.
Today: Like most, I'm trying to figure things out. Sometimes that's day by day, moment by moment, and even breath by breath.