Responsibility

I had stopped feeling, feeling what my emotions wanted to tell me. Eventually the pressure became so strong that I couldn’t ignore it. And I was amazed at how big the emotional memory of my subconscious seems to be. I was getting more and more aware that I couldn’t run away from myself.

Being on the ground also has something soothing about it. I can't get any lower. The play is over. I don't have to fool myself anymore. It's hard for me to see myself weak. Suddenly, I'm not the one who's there for others anymore. I need to ask for help. Being vulnerable is unusual to me.

We hope for joy, ease and success in life. Unpleasant aspects such as sadness, loneliness and illness can be left out. Wounded life takes place behind closed doors. Somewhere where, if possible, nobody sees us. For a long time I approached my goals full of energy and passion. With enthusiasm, perseverance, patience and willpower everything seemed to be possible. It's a nice feeling. To set out to discover the world. Until I was suddenly torn out of my dreams.

If a girl/boy you liked was mentally ill, would you still want her/him as your gf/bf?

Yes, of course I will/would still love you/her/him.Sometimes it's just difficult to show my love because in those moments when you're/he’s/she’s splitting on me, I don't know how to behave towards you/her/him, so that it's not uncomfortable for you/her/him.I(’d) still love you the same, I just don’t know how to express it in those moments.

Depression can be a fresh start. By learning to feel myself better again, I can change the direction of my life. Maybe more humility is called for again. Maybe I can stop and ask myself what really matters.

@depressivecouple some great advice from a kind user, had to post💗

Have a beautiful day!

I sincerely wish you the same, from the bottom of my heart!

Everyday life is a reality that is consciously dreamed every day - a waking dream, a clear dream. The ego that acts in this external sphere is hardly ever the initiator of its actions. And people whose sphere of activity is narrowed and limited tend to have depressing dreams.

The Great Void

A shadow lay over my life. The laughing, the happiness became less. The sadness grew. At first I was astounded. The change came creeping and yet unstoppable. I felt a void in which everything seemed to drown. A black hole in which my zest for life sank. I lead a rich life. Rich in meaning, rich in hobbies, rich in people, rich in tasks, rich in wealth. Yet this great void in me. Is that possible? Is that allowed? Am I not grateful enough? What have I done wrong?