I saw this graphic yesterday, and it struck a chord with me.
I have regularly been battling my own demons, and some days I manage it better than others.
Depression and it’s related posse – which are usually socially phobia, general anxiety disorder, alcoholism, or some sort of substance abuse – is not an illness that ever really goes away.
You get given a respite, a few days grace, but then the bitch is back and you get to start the cycle from the beginning.
I do understand how exhausting this process must be for family members, loved ones, partners, parents, children and the sundry of others who love, like and have a relationship with someone “struggling with depression.”
I would imagine it is a bit like helping someone who has a broken leg.
It is all “fuck I am sorry, how can I help?” then you help them carry…
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