Depression sucks. Plain and simple.
A mental illness like depression takes a painfully long time to truly overcome. Of course, there are times where it feels like it subsided, but when it resurfaces, it feels as though you are drowning all over again. Each drowning attempt feels deeper into some kind of intangible abyss that is not so easy to explain to others. No matter how far down you drown, however, there always seems to be some beacon of hope that appears when you least expect it.
This truly irritating and debilitating ailment takes such an invisible toll on people that many times, others really just don’t understand what it’s like. Not necessarily because they don’t want to, but because they just can’t. It’s difficult to empathize with a pain you cannot see, especially when, for many, it hits at moments where nobody is around. The 2 a.m. debilitating bedtime cries and 7 a.m. ceiling stares and ponders are not a tangible pain people can automatically detect when they look at others.
For now, I’m in this purgatory-ish state, but that’s OK. It’s unfortunate, but it happens. And at the end of the day, you just have to try your best to keep looking for that beacon of hope to pull you through. It may not be the following day or the following week, but in the end, it is OK. The beacon will come because every minute of suffering through depression is another brick of strength that builds in your soul. One day at a time is all you need.