Und ich frage mich was aus der Person geworden ist, mit der ich die Diskussion hatte aus der Dieser Post stammt:
I guessed.
That's why I continue to answer.
Though i don't think your comparison is true for everyone.
Humans can be quite different. Everyone is different.
I am trying to explain my view a last time.
Try it not to see it as the usual phrases you've heart too often.
...I've heart too often.
I see why my first comments looked like these and I apologize.
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We have this huge list of tiresome aspects who pull one under mercyless.
Vast thicket; thick dark grey numbing fog. Hindering you to breathe, to see, let alone anything else.
A pile of rubble burying you. Weight of a ton.
Yet some of the stones vary in sizes.
Depends a lot on the personal experiences.
Pick the smallest.
Maybe beeing tired of pretending.
Would it really make things worse if you try to stop pretending?
Tired of beeing alone.
Is there really no one? No one to ask to just sit there and listen without saying anything?
I have this very good friend of mine who texts me when the depression is even stronger than her soziophobia to come over and talk about uninportant things.
Some people more who happily enter a chitchat if I start it.
Maybe there is a therapy or doctor you haven't tried yet.
This still is NOT to tell you what to do, but to give examples. You can find better ways, your own ways. Find inspiration not advices.
(I guess that's right what you are doing here on this page :) )
It will not change your depression, but might give you a little glimpse of light to remind you what you once lived for; what you want to live for in the future.
It's to save little ounces of energy for when you need it the most.
To stop the vicious circle of beeing to powerless to change things who rob your power.
I know a lot of people deep down in their own pits.
They are the strongest fighters I've every seen.
Violently, ferociously, mercylessly fighting
....themselves.
You know... Those Monsters
-the what ifs the whys, their difference, their memories, their wishes, their dreams-
those immortal things who crush the biggest strongholds you built
....they are quite handsome allies if you eventually made peace with them.
Protecting you like a pack of loyal hellhounds.
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