I am creating my own earthquakes. And I am the only one to blame.
You’re constantly making jokes about your own sadness. Because, if everyone is laughing, it’s fine?
A lot of my life has been denial. I don’t think I really understood that until now.
It’s you sitting there, wearing that smile. Not saying anything. Nodding vaguely at the conversation, that’s turned to last week’s brunch, or the upcoming meeting about the Q2 numbers, or other minutia you could care less about. You’re not retaining information.
It lets you think that no one likes or needs you in their life, but that’s not true.
What I want you to know and what I want you to see is what happens on the other side of that precipice, beyond the clouds, beyond setbacks and holdups, beyond the obstacles and pain.
It’s hard for me to explain this to you in a way that will make one hundo percent sense, but I’ll try. Until recently, maybe in the last year or so, I didn’t understand that life could be good.
Depression is a very common diagnosis among Americans. It affects roughly 14.8 million adults every year.
When you are optimistic, you are in bliss with positivity and faith.
I reached out for help, and he ignored it. Funny, I think. He told me he was an asshole. Should have believed it.