It’s been one of those mornings…
One of those mornings when I’m ready to just lie down, quit, forget everything.
But I’m not going to.
One of the catch-22’s of struggling with depression is that the best cure for it is action. Any kind of action. Doing something, anything. Getting out of the hell hole that my mind has become and moving. But one of the symptoms of it is a complete lack of energy, and a complete lack of caring about doing anything.
So even though I don’t care… I move anyway.
Even though I don’t want to write this, for a hundred different reasons, I’m doing it anyway. It doesn’t matter that there is no deep wisdom here, or any great techniques for improving one’s life… I’m doing it anyway.
Even though I don’t want to go to work, I’m going to go anyway. It doesn’t matter that there are a bunch of issues there that need resolution, that there are a hundred other things I’d rather be doing than selling flooring… I’m going to go anyway.
Even though things look hopeless, I’m going to go anyway.
I’m going to suit up, show up, and get in the game.
And leave the results up to the universe.
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[...] I posted back on the 15th about having a rough day emotionally, then posted the next day that I was feeling better, that I had pulled out of the pit of depression pretty quickly after having done the basic thing that helps to alleviate depression… movement. [...]