Not sure how to talk today. Something needs to change. I am failing at things so important to me.
I feel like I should go live in a cave where who I am won’t hurt others. Where I won’t destroy lives.
But even still, as I sit and write these words, I still have the fight within me. I still can recognize these are not the only voices inside of me. I call upon the words that tell me I can fix things, which tell me I can fight day by day.
But how is that fair to those who love the happy me? It isn’t. This is where the loop of depression tries to tangle me up.
Depression sinks its greedy claws into my thoughts and makes me feel like I should remove myself, that that’s what people really want, that that’s the only thing that will cure the people who love me. My removal.
I toss around the idea of pretending to be happy. I really do. Perhaps this is what others do. Perhaps this is what I need to do. Perhaps I am weak for giving into depression. Perhaps it really is a character flaw and not an illness.
I don’t know right now. I don’t know.
So I’m just trying to shake it out. I’m not trying to feel joy. I’m just trying to feel alive.