An old note I found in my phone
Itās back. The enemy Iāve tried so hard to defeat. The battle Iāve been fighting since I was thirteen.Ā Depression.
Itās not always an uphill battle.
Sometimes Iām in a valley. The land is flat and easy to navigate. I walk on grass that is soft beneath my feet. I feel no tension or pressure, and things come easily.
Then other days Iām in the sky, floating on cloud nine surrounded by everything bright and blue. My heart is smiling, my body feels weightless.
So if you asked me if I was happy I would probably tell you yes, most of the time, I am.
I guess compared to how things used to be, there isnāt much to be unhappy about.
At least when Iām removed from the noise.
And then, on no particular day, I wake up and the cloud Iāve been laying on is dissipating right before my eyes.
I can feel it in my body. Everything feels heavy, like I am about to sink.
Then when I hit the ground, the path Iām walking on is no longer flat and easy to navigate.
The valley opens up deep enough to swallow me whole. Storms begin, and Iām trying to climb out of this trench before I drown.
But I have no willpower. I have no strength.
And worst of all, there is no one there to help me out of it.
These are the times Iām left in tangled in thorns, and the only way for me to get out involves hurting myself. Itās inevitable. These are always the lessons that sting the worst, but teach me the most.
I feel alone in these moments. My mind is noisy, but my heart is empty.
People reach out, but I push them away.
I promise you, itās not because of you.
Ironically, the lonelier I feel, the more I isolate myself. It doesnāt make sense, I know.
But this sadness leaves me drained. It leaves me exhausted.
Sometimes I canāt leave my bed all day.
Sometimes I can, but all I can manage is a shower. And sometimes I manage to get outside, but after 30 minutes, it feels like I havenāt slept for days.Ā
Itās hard for me when I get to this point. At first, Iām in denial.
I think, "I canāt be sinking again. Iāve worked so hard to be happy. I know how to be happy. My mind knows how to work properly. Iāll be okay."
No matter how much I try, no matter how long itās been, the gears get stuck and donāt work properly.
The first symptom is hard to notice, it usually just feels like nothing.
Then I wonder why Iām so tired ā and I donāt mean tired as in sleepy.
I mean tired as in my body feels heavier, my brain feels like it canāt process anything, and I could stay up all night but I donāt have the energy to do anything.
Nor do I have any interest in doing anything.
Then the hopelessness washes over me like a heavy rain that drowns my desire to do anything. I have nothing to look forward to.
Then the anger starts. The thoughts are loud like lightning striking 2 miles away from you. Cracking a whip in your ears.
Anxious. Uneasy. Doubtful of everything. Insecure. Unsteady, mentally and physically. The cashier at the gas station asks me why my hands are shaking like that whenever I reach my hand out to get my change back from her. I tell her I just have anxiety, and then she goes into a whole explanation about how I might need to get screened for Parkinsonās disease. I smile and thank her and leave.
But Iām annoyed and angry at everyone and everything for no reason. Iām on edge.
I forget how to take care of myself in times like these. I forget to eat sometimes.
I canāt focus and get restless.
I canāt even get through 20 pages of a book without getting distracted, when normally I can read 300 pages straight through.
Movies are easier. They take less work. But even then, I canāt focus much. I donāt write much. I just think.
Itās been a while since Iāve written a journal or blog post. It makes me feel unproductive, like Iām failing.
It makes me question my abilities and my future.
I think a lot, but at the same time, I feel numb.