When I was younger, like under 20 younger I used to have depression so bad that I felt nothing but sorrow.
And it got to the point where I was addicted to the feeling. It became like a drug to where I didn’t want to feel happy because sorrow felt so familiar.
Then I decided I can’t live like this, I can’t be sad all the time. I had a in depth discussion with myself about why I feel so depressed and I worked to change all the things that I felt caused it.
I fixed all those things and I still felt like shit. That’s when I realized it wasn’t anything I didn’t have. It was what I had, a hatred of myself.
And then the longer more painful search of why I hated myself. I worked on that for years before I realized I was obsessed with trying to figure myself out when all I needed to do. Was not take myself so serious.
Fast forward a lil and I worked my way to a point where for some reason, I’m never ever really really sad. I just don’t take life serious, I see the humour in everything.
Even my flaws, that’s why I am the way I am. That’s why I believe it’s impossible to win if you don’t never lose. It makes you really appreciate when u win.
And I am so thankful for those times, cause I could never appreciate how content I am now.