Because depression sucks.
I bottle up the internal pain and suffering, only sharing with a few. I wear the mask and behavior of normalcy.
I dislike holidays for many reasons, and those reasons keep coming, too. But Thanksgiving is a gift. A day of respite from the task of mentally surviving.
Newsflash to the mentally healthy, mental illness has no cure. This is a lifetime of seasons-a rotation of winter, spring, summer, and fall. Don't confuse mental illness with your seasons' explanation.
Satan longs to pull me in. His world of hopelessness calls to me and uses any situation to tear me down. I won't be keeping that company.
I get it now. Life is a constant flow of energy. We breathe in God's love, and we pass it on to others. The endless waterfall is fueled by Him and not by us.
People who engage in physical conditioning get a break between workouts; for those working to stay mentally healthy, there is no break. We take the work out with us everywhere we go.
I will fail time and again, but wrapped in this comforter of peace, I walk in His victory.
Do you believe in Satan? I do. I've come face to face with the darkness of the devil, so I take him seriously.
"I am not attracted to you anymore; I do not love you."