The ‘why’ that’s going to hold out for me is that if I’m not embodying this then I might as well not be here. What the fuck is the point of staying alive if I’m not going to try to make the world around me better in even a small way?
This isn’t another post about discipline, or work ethic. I said yesterday that I know what I have to do. This is a post about a depression.
“-when I came back I thought, ‘I guess I’m gonna give this another shot.’ It took a lot of work. A lot of work. It was making the decision that instead of ignoring the fact that I have a certain brain chemistry I decided to do what I could to get better.”