How Can Anyone Be That Cute?

The picture with the curves you drew

Over time I learned to deal with difficult feelings like loneliness, fear and hopelessness. That doesn't mean they've lost their horror for me. It means a lot more, they're familiar to me. I can face them differently.

I find the loss of strength much more serious. Dealing with the inner emptiness is already a challenge for me. To still go further, to raise me up again and again. Without energy, even that becomes a farce. When simple daily routines exhaust me, the fear grows that I will not be able to get up again at some point.

Where does this emptiness come from? What can I do to make myself feel better? How long will the darkness last? The difficult thing about depression is that there is often no satisfactory answer. At least not fast. But how do I encounter something that has no reference? No beginning, no end?

If possible, find like-minded people. There is a good chance of being understood and seen. You don't have to play a role there. If you're not feeling well, retreating is a popular option. That might be helpful for a while. However, permanent isolation tends to exacerbate the problem.

Wounded Life

When I was on the ground for the first time, I felt how stale advice can be. When the energy fades, the dreams dissolve into air, another era begins. If the body fails to obey its obedience, the old strategies no longer work. Suddenly many things become strenuous. Very strenuous.

Silence sometimes is the loudest cry

Responsibility

As long as I do not take full responsibility for myself, I will continue to wander the world, hoping to find my happiness somewhere. But where should I look if not in me? The avoidance and evasion of unpleasant feelings increasingly reduces one's own room for maneuver. Running away cannot be a permanent solution.

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.

Have a beautiful day!

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

Depression is telling you a boldface lie and dressing it as truth.

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.