This isn’t going to be your typical blog post, but I kinda wanted to touch base with all of you because I haven’t lately. And the reason I haven’t lately is because I have been slogging through some serious depression.
I’m talking about the kind of depression where you curl up and wish you could cry, but you don’t because you don’t have the energy. I’m talking about the kind of depression where some hateful part of your brain dredges up every failure, every disappointment, every shortcoming you’ve ever had and throws it at you in an unending barrage of “you’re not good enough”.
I’m not writing this to whine at you, but rather to let you know that if you should encounter these dark days of doubt where even getting up out of bed seems like an insurmountable task, that you are not alone. The failures you’re obsessing over don’t define you as a person. And, more importantly, they aren’t the real reason you’re depressed. That’s just some wacky chemical imbalance in that skull full of meat we jokingly call a mind.
You are more than your failures. You are more than your loneliness. You are more than your depression.
And you are not alone.