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4 a.m. Musings

by lane33

"No one will ever love you until you love yourself." Its a phrase that's easy to believe is true, but for people who suffer from depression, its terrifying. I mean, as the expression goes, I have to love myself first, before I can accept that others do. But what if you can't stand the person in the mirror? Depression is something that has been a fixed constant for as long as I can remember, as if it has hallowed out my bones and created a home. With every moment, every thought, I feel this deep rooted pain, a nagging presence, second-guessing every minuscule detail. My depression doesn't care if I'm trying to enjoy myself. It doesn't care if I'm surrounded by people who constantly argue that its irrational. I know its irrational, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't wish with every fiber of my being that I could simply turn it off. Praying I can wake up one day and the nightmare will be over. I am thankful I have friends around me that are able to help juggle my mood inconsistencies or draw a map that leads to a treasure of momentary escape from this tight hold. I cannot express my gratitude enough for those wonderful human beings that express great hope while I stumble down the darkest of paths, unfortunately, most days, it isn't enough. I have never once blamed anyone for that, and I appreciate their efforts, as well as I try and recognize the strain they are put through as best as I can. This thought process controls how I communicate. I am constantly plagued by guilt, knowing that my pain causes empathetic, pain-filled responses. "I'm sorry", "I apologize" phrases as common as corn fields in Nebraska. This guilt stems from the fact that I hate how my feelings, or me in general, can cause so much pain in someone else. Every day is a struggle. Constantly on edge, bouncing between caring too much or not at all. Afraid that the next thing will be the final push, wondering when enough will be enough. While I am quickly reminded over and over how my friends are 100% in, I am also quickly met, internally, by a crippling doubt.
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