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Originally Posted by novakru
I keep thinking I get it..the whole big picture thing, and I am moving along through life, trying very hard to forgive the bullshit and doing my part to smile and recycle when out of nowhere my depression shatters me into a million pieces and I realize I know nothing, I am nothing, nothing I do makes a damn bit of difference and I wish I could just lay down on something soft and fade away.
Not even looking at my beautiful children sleeping can take it away tonight.
Not even the best fucking anti-depressant can save me from this suffering that I'd rip off an arm to escape from.
So, I don't know...if there's nothing after life? I don't think at this point it sounds so bad.
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i know depression is a very real thing ... but i cant get my head around it.
i get pleasure from so many things that the month of introspective soul searching didnt leave me feeling empty at all ... it made me realize that there was still so much to do - tons of fun still to be had.
I want to do and see and experience everything possible before i run out of steam.
and at that point, i'll catch up on my reading and movies, and grabbing the asses of any pretty nurse i can reach. and if i cant reach, i'll just lie back and admire the view :D