Today marks a milestone for this blog, the very first Guest Post.

It is written by someone who I consider her blog as a must read every day.  So many helpful insights. Her name is Vee, her blog: https://millenniallifecrisis.org/.  If you have never visited her blog I would suggest that you click on the link above, take some time and read some of her posts.

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Letter To A Depressed Self

Dear Self,

So, this is depression.

This is complete and utter, downright sadness day in and day out.

This is heartbreak and heartache and consistent anxiety about everything that happens.

So this is the new normal. This is what I get. This is who I am now. I’ve tried to hide from it for a long time, but the truth is, running has done me no favors.

I don’t want to get out of bed in the morning, nor the afternoon either, if I am being totally honest. Most days, I just don’t want to exist. Eating is a struggle, smiling seems like the world’s most difficult task and quite frankly, I don’t want to talk to people because I don’t want to hear their opinions on the matter.

‘Just get over it!’ They’ll say.

‘Take some time for yourself!’ They’ll say.

‘Be happy!’ They’ll say.

Yeah, as if they could possibly understand this feeling. They all sound so nice and it sounds so easy in theory, but the fact of the matter is, I just can’t. And the secret truth to the matter is, I just don’t want to. Not today. I don’t want to leave this bed.

The world has kicked down so many times as of late that I’ve stopped counting. And you know what, I’d consider myself a relatively positive person overall, but sometimes I just can’t help but feel bad. This ache in my heart doesn’t seem to go away. And I don’t think I’m alone in this feeling. I think this is something a lot of people feel. We all struggle at one time or another. I’m not going to sit here and compare my struggles to anyone else, but I’ll just say that sometimes the funk is what gets you through. Sometimes the funk (and not leaving your bed) is all that you have.

And that’s okay.
Though, I want you to promise me something, self. Promise me that you’re not going to let this depression win. Promise me that you’re going to get better, be better and be more. Promise me that one day you’re going to smile because you want to, not because you have to.

Self, I want you to remember these times. Because these times of sorrow and emptiness are giving your strength. It might not seem like it now, but they’re building a fortitude deep inside of you that will one day make your greatness truly immeasurable. One day self, you’re going to be on top of the world. I know it might not seem like it now, but you’ll get there, I can promise you that. So promise me now, self, that you’re not going to give up. Because one day I want you to be able to look back and thank god that you didn’t give up.

This funk may be where you’re at in life right now, but it isn’t where you’re going to be forever. Whether you take the advice of others, or leave it, please don’t ignore me when I say that this too will pass. So promise me self, that you’re going to keep going. Promise me that one day you’re going to look back on this and laugh at the distant memory of what was. Promise me that you’re going to understand when others go through it and that you’re going to help.
Self, I need you to keep going. I need you to know there’s so much more to this world that you’ve yet to discover. You can stay in bed today, you can even stay in bed tomorrow if you want to. But promise me, self, that you’re going to get out of that bed eventually. That you’re going to make an effort. That’ you’re going to believe in yourself. Promise me that you’re going to make the change. Promise me that you’re going to get back up every time the world kicks you over. Promise me that you’ll never stop fighting the current, no matter how far you find yourself from shore. Promise me that you’ll catch your breath each time you get the wind knocked out of your lungs.

You’re the only person that can help yourself out of this. I hope that you know the power is within you. It may seem impossible now, but I promise you, self, it’s going to to be worth it. I only want what’s best for you in this life, I hope that you know that. And I hope that you do to, self. Never stop fighting.

Sincerely,

Me

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My personal thanks and hats off to Vee for a post well written.

Remember, take some time to check out Vee’s blog at: https://millenniallifecrisis.org/