Itβs probably the most consistent thing in my life. No days off. Clouds, tears, sun & all. Itβs always there. Every conscious moment that I have, I share with my depression. This doesnβt mean itβs accompanied by tears every second - rather it all just feels so heavy - as though Iβm carrying bricks of pain - making the simplest task, such as getting out of bed..hard. Hard to feel fully charged. Difficult to feel anything other than that which so closely consumes all that I am. My venting still comes from a grateful heart. Complaining gets me nowhere & im forever learning/evolving.
Emotional gangster though. Keep it busy, work hard. Itβs always been smile now, cry later.