I don’t think about why I’m taking my medicine anymore. In the beginning, I knew each pill was a step in the right direction, perfectly calibrated to make life more bearable and help me work through my depression. Turn my baseline anxiety from an 8 to a 3, which keeps me from reaching a 10 [...]
Denying help in the depths of a bottomless well.
I lost my Garmin on vacation. It sucked, but not too bad.
Depression is like a wallet, meaning I sometimes forget about it until I sit directly on it.
From major depression to running 26.2 fucking miles.