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Depression is an insidious creature, not least because it creates in the sufferer the belief that things will not get better.
Once it has passed, it's tempting to think (hope?) that things will not get worse. I wonder if this is perhaps even more damaging than the former state of mind. It's only in fairy tales that foes are vanquished once and for all, never to return. Relapse, backsliding, only serves to reinforce the belief that things will not get better.
Maybe things will get better, maybe they won't. They probably will. Creating an expectation that they will is unwise.
Even if they don't (and they will), I will remember that I was happy not so long ago. Unambiguously and for months at a time. It's not impossible and I remember what it was like.
Maybe things will get better, maybe they won't. In the meantime I'll stand up at the beginning of each day and lie down at the end.
Once it has passed, it's tempting to think (hope?) that things will not get worse. I wonder if this is perhaps even more damaging than the former state of mind. It's only in fairy tales that foes are vanquished once and for all, never to return. Relapse, backsliding, only serves to reinforce the belief that things will not get better.
Maybe things will get better, maybe they won't. They probably will. Creating an expectation that they will is unwise.
Even if they don't (and they will), I will remember that I was happy not so long ago. Unambiguously and for months at a time. It's not impossible and I remember what it was like.
Maybe things will get better, maybe they won't. In the meantime I'll stand up at the beginning of each day and lie down at the end.