I’ve lived with depression the majority of my post-college graduation life. It’s debilitating and it really sucks. It’s not something I talk about to practically anyone, which makes this article a sort of letter, I suppose. But that’s ok, depression is just a thing in my life, it’s just a weight. That’s it. Like any psychological weight in life, it seems to be attached at the ankle, trying to keep me from moving forward, trying to sink me, drown me. But these are just threats from an invisible and unrealistic enemy. And that’s not the end of my story.
We all have our own weights in our lives, our own leg irons that promise, beg for, defeat. They promise to sink us, to keep us back, to prevent us from even being. To stop us from living. But the only way you realize you have a psychological leg weight bringing you down is if you keep looking down, the only reality in which the weight controls you is if you keep making sure it’s there. Once you ignore it, you can begin to live again. Then the sun shines brighter and life sings to you once again.Continue Reading