No Longer Late on the Rent
I couldn’t name mental health. I couldn’t call my depression by its title when it came creeping up to scare me. Instead, I let it overstay its welcome.
Topic: depression
I couldn’t name mental health. I couldn’t call my depression by its title when it came creeping up to scare me. Instead, I let it overstay its welcome.
I can’t “choose happiness,” but I can invite it.
To keep letting each new day greet you even when you feel like you have nothing to offer it is not insignificant.
I thought I was broken somehow and there was no fixing it.
If I could take away his pain and trauma, would I? Of course.
Hope. It’s a concept I’ve long rejected. I’ve seen it as only a setup for disappointment, only wishful thinking.
The thing about the bad days is: I’m really good at hiding them.
Let us not forget that joy, laughter, and connection are also incredibly transformative medicines.
Choose to keep walking forward, even if the path ahead is compromised by a lack of light.
I don’t have to pretend to have anything figured out or under control.
When it comes to mental health, especially depression, men statistically are far less likely to let it be known when they are struggling, and even less likely to reach out for help.
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