not judging, just saying.

I understand its a disease, I know what it feels like to be ‘depressed’. But with me, it never lasts long. And I term it as being ‘sad’ or ‘low’, or just having  bad day really. I am always able to pick myself up and get the fuck on with my life. As ‘awful’ as i may think a situation is sometimes – in reality I have the choice to let that take me down or push me forward.  My life is actually wonderful. its amazing. its beyond my wildest dreams. I can sweat the small stuff, and complain about the shit that pisses me off daily, but the truth is I am blessed. And I know it. And most of the time I am grateful.

If I was a victim of life  — I would be depressed. If I allowed circumstances or situations or other people determine my happiness – I would be depressed. That’s why I am not, because being depressed is easy – you don’t have to do much. Just sit around and complain. Never take responsibility, never take risks. Just sit and rot in a comfort zone.

Gross.

What a gross way to live.

There are two kinds of people I despise in this world and those are

racists

and victims.

Don’t get me wrong I am not happy all the time, and I complain. But I don’t use those times to make excuses for my responsibilities.

I show up. Every day. Despite myself.

This post is a manifestation of a resentment I have. Writing about it will hopefully release its power over me.

In the words of Charlie Brown:

“This is my ‘depressed stance’. When you’re depressed, it makes a big difference how you stand. The worst thing you can do is straighten up and hold your head high because then you’ll start to feel better. If you’re going to get any joy out of being depressed, you’ve got to stand like this.”


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