Wednesday, 20 March 2024

Scribble #124

My depression is evil.

My dark obsession is a parasite - a monster that won't leave my brain.

My fear, my panic, my anxiety, it is all-encompassing. I can't relax. The sharpness in my heart and in my mind might kill me.

But the more I focus on my tasks, my distractions; the more I interact, the more absorbed I am in doing what I love, the more relaxed I can be. I struggle less. I feel lighter and more free, free of my own thoughts and worries, which are many.

Being outside of my messed up head is nice.

Seeking professional help and talking to someone, well, helps, and so do writing, reading, socialising with loved ones, cooperating with loved ones, and indulging in and embracing geekdom once again.

Creativity helps. Knowing that I am special and unique, that I matter, helps.

After all this, I am still me.



I hadn't even planned to make this post this long. I guess I had more to say than I thought. It often happens.



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