The comfort of sadness is something that I suffer with on a regular basis. Within the last few month I've been working on getting better and pulling myself out of me depression, learning to manage my symptoms and my anxiety. But a recurring theme is how uncomfortable I feel when I'm having a good day, I feel vulnerable, like when you step out of the shower into a cold room. There's something familiar and comforting about being in that darkness of sadness.
I find myself missing it sometimes, even though I do know that it wasn't good, me being in that state. It just is so familiar and calming to fall back into old routines and feed into the feeling of depression, it's like a comforting blanket and I don't want to leave it sometimes. But at the same time I know that if I want to move forward and actually do something with my life, I need to push forward and fight back. I guess there's no real point to this, I just wanted to vent, thanks for listening.
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Non-FictionMy late night thoughts and overall bullshit. Warning, it's a pretty scuffed book.
