Depression.

I experienced my worst depression during the time of my life when I was supposed to be most fulfilled, according to society at least. Pregnancy and thereafter.

Depression grips the mind.

It's a feeling of nothingness overwhelmed by scary thoughts and covered with the blackest blanket that blacks out all light.

Sometimes scary thoughts are of suicide, sometimes of living.

Maybe suicide could stop the depression demon, but it would also stop everything else.
Living is the only reason to stop the demons, or at least to try to quiet them.

Sometimes choosing to live is a nightmare because the demons feel suffocating.
But how can we find our purpose if we don't choose to face those demons and loosen their grip, even if it takes the rest of time.

Isn't it that facing of our demons what shows us who we truly are?

Finding a way to climb out of the darkness and face those demons is true strength.
Sharing our darkness to help others is courage.
Helping one in darkness is love showing a friend how to find hope.

Know that you are strong, courageous, worthy of love and fueled by hope.

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