I haven't written a post in a very long time, but I thought it would be nice to announce (to those who care) that depression has not overtaken my life and I am still alive. As Charles Bukoswki said "
“You have to die a few times before you can really live.” And I feel as if I've died a few times these past couple of years. I've gone through a lot of dark periods, but I'm getting better. I still have days where I don't know how to be happy, but dosen't everyone? I actually wrote this journal entry about a month ago and I've read and re read it when I start to get sad :
Sometimes you swallow and repeat because you have to . You swallow the terrible, the pain, the hatred, the anger, the sadness, the loneliness, the desolation, the unhappiness.
You take a big swallow of it-no chaser. You swallow it for the hope of a better tomorrow. You keep swiggging the Bullshit Because you know you need to keep going . Sure there may be no point today, or maybe even tomorrow, or next week, but you have to keep fucking hoping. That's one thing all the pain can't blot out- hope. You slug through it all; all for the hope.. That's the reason you don't kill yourself. Not for a happier today, but for a hopefully happier tomorrow.
The point that I'm trying to make is life is shitty, but I'm learning how to deal with it a little bit better.
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