I’ve been trying to combat my depression lately by any means that I can think of.
I’ve started spending extra time each day cuddling each one of my cats. I added a new fish to my fish tank (Epalzeorhynchos frenatum). He is blue and his name is Waterbottle. He’s doing amazing. I started working on some projects that I have been wanting to handle for months now, and have even had some luck with them.
Has doing any of these tasks helped at all? Well….
I can’t say that any particular one of these actions has contributed to any specific mood lift. I love doing all of these things that I’ve listed, and I feel like my best self while doing them, but the second I have to return to real life the gray overtones return.
It’s really got me thinking about some things, am I actually depressed, or does life just suck ass?
I don’t know the answer to that, or the cure to depression…. What I do know is that life is fleetingly painfully short and hard. If we have any chance of surviving we have to find the good moments mixed into the shit pile.
I’m going to keep fighting. I’m going to keep snuggling my cats and loving my fish, because these are the gems that we get in between the hard things.
Don’t give up.
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