Depression is behaving nicer today.
I believe I’ve figured out how to work with it.
I’m not fighting it tooth and nail, attempting to suppress it. That only seems to make it stronger and last longer.
I’m not wallowing with it, eating a pint of ice cream, comparing woes like battle scars.
I’m polite and civil, like we are passengers on the same plane. We are
here, together for a while, might as well make it work. Eventually,
we’ll reach a destination where we part ways. And that is that.
Does it mean it isn’t sitting here in the room with me, whispering in my ear? No.
But when one merely exists with it, instead of engaging....that just might be the secret to winning this ongoing war......
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