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Something interesting I just realized, because I‘m experiencing it pretty badly at the moment:
It‘s hardly talked about, but once you are making noticable progress in your recovery from depression the damage it has done on your life really starts to kick in.
Suddenly you‘re more aware than ever how much work/social events/life in general you missed, because the question „Why did you achieve so little over the past couple of years?“ is absolutely inevitable and people will think that you were lazy during that time.
I think this is the most dangerous point of recovery for relapses, because whenever someone asks you what you did or didn‘t do while you were sick the realisation hits like a train.
Me saying this could definitely be regarded as pretentious, since I myself haven‘t exactly found a way to cope with this feeling, but I feel like it‘s very important to drown out those voices of „you didn‘t do anything“ „you were just lazy“ and „you‘re a complete failure, look at you“ with thoughts of „I survived.“ „I made it through“ „I managed not to let myself starve, I showered“ „I fed my pets/watered my plants regardless of how terrible I felt“
I‘m mainly saying this to myself in this post, but figured maybe this makes it onto the feed of someone who needs to hear this as well. Stay strong guys, we can get through this!