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Let’s be real, that’s what it is: a fight. A battle.
Unless you’re willing to lie down and just take it, that is.
And let’s face it, isn’t that what depression really is, at its core? Chemical instructions telling you to quit?
More to the point, to not merely give up, but to give in?
To lie down and not simply take that ground & pound, but jut out your chin?
Some days I fight. Others I wallow.
I notice that my tactics on each front are both constructive and destructive.
And that’s the trick, staying in pocket and first battling the urge to push back the constructive angels of your inner nature.
Denying that devil on either shoulder is the first front. You mollywhoop him and you’ve got a chance.
But he’s formidable, and that’s when you have to ask yourself the hardest of hard questions:
Is that devil stronger than you, or are you just plain weaker than he is?
Is he just in your head or is he *you*?
And yes, psychiatry aside, I think it’s relevant to explore some abstract thinking. To view it in different ways, from different perspectives, to package and repackage in new configurations to reach a point where it makes some sense.
Know thine enemy, correct? Know, then gain understanding. I’m going to beat this shit.
You, whoever you are- and you’ll know who you are- will too.
But it’s a choice. The action that follows the choice isn’t easy, and the choice itself isn’t easy. But it IS simple.
Remember: progress is a process.
Right?
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