Why is that seemingly bottomless pit of blues and hopelessness so hard to crawl out of? Why do we seem to blame ourselves for the depression and in turn the inefficient vicissitudes that ensue.
Man I had it bad these past two weeks, for seemingly no particular reason. The I piled guilt on top of it, self-hate and negative self-talk that I don't think I've even heard uttered out of another persons mouth never mind in my own head.
So I'm better now, for reasons as mysterious as when I wasn't.
Didn't drink. Thought it would help, which I can't deny it does for about 10 minutes! But I kept in mind my most likely suffering sponsor who, from what I know, is relapsing and really I can only imagine. But I stayed strong, prayed for him. Depression is a good time to be mindful of the suffering that other people are going through, and that is an insight I truly am grateful to have been shown. So Joe this goies out to you, love you brother and we're here when you can find strength to come back.
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