That sentence is the clearest distillation of my depression that I’ve managed to write.
I’m sad but I feel like today is going to be a good day.
That sentence is the clearest distillation of my depression that I’ve managed to write.
I’m sad but I feel like today is going to be a good day.
I was confused for 35 years, until I eventually identified the right origin/cause - growing up in a dysfunctional family. That realization started my journey.
Relatable. I lived with mine into my thirties and it wasn’t until I’d lived on my own for several years that I realized I had no idea who I even was but I’m finally starting to figure that out.
A long road that starts you down, but you come out the other side better for it.
For me it was learning my family’s inherent guilt that’s on everything. That I don’t need to feel guilty and depressed because I said no to someone. For example, if someone in my family asks them to come help them move today with no warning but I have plans that I don’t need to feel guilty for months because I said no.
Oh and the whole forced door to door evangelism thing.