Hey, can I just say…for the first time in probably about two years, I haven’t felt depressed at any point during the day.
Holy fuck. Is this what it’s like? This is amazing. I can’t. Gosh. I feel like my heart has been covered in dirt, sick and forgotten. And now it’s clean, unsullied, and it shines.
I am still tired, though. And my head isn’t on full-form. And I’m starting psychotherapy tomorrow to punch through psychological trip-wires that might send me back down again. But that’ll be ok…hopefully.
Also, depression’s a bit like mapcrunch. You wander for ages and ages, convinced you’ll never find the airport…but one day you do. And it’s like, ‘HOLY FUCK LSMKDVUEUMFMC I FOUND THE AIRPORT!!’ We can all find the airport. There is an airport. Even in Antarctica, or the Australian outback. It’ll be there.