ONE STEP FORWARD, TWO STEPS BACK
Depression and alcohol are life stealers. I know this all too well. Both blur logic and reason. Both confuse reality and misinterrupt truth. They sneak up on you like a thief in the night. You medicate to brighten the darkness only to kill your sprit. Then you drink to do just the same. At times your path is clear and all at once it darkens ahead. You feel things too much or simply not at all.
The devil takes you by the hand to make decisions you”ll regret and say things you won’t mean. Depression and anxiety mask reality making the light at the end of the tunnel seem too far. When in reality sometimes the distance you walk makes you appreciate your arrival so much more.
I’ve found no real solution. I can’t tell you that one exist. I don’t know if true happiness is a steady thing or ebb and flow. I think you have to hurt to know happy and be happy to know hurt. Without both, both might be too much. We all expect happiness all the time and maybe that just doesn’t exist.