As I a writing this I am in bed. It's been a hard few months. I am happy that I am working so much, but when I am not at work, the thoughts take over. I think I am at the point where I am just tired, all the time. No matter the amount of sleep.
Recently, I have learned to accept my depression. It's a part of me, but also not me. When I feel really down, I imagine it as a separate person. I can feel it's hand on my shoulder, spreading the chill throughout my body. I am numb. It controls my life. This thing that I have manifested into something else just so I don't have to admit that I am sick. It's not me, but it's me.
I think making my depression have a face, that isn't my own, helps me cope.
