So... I relapsed. I was tempted to disappear from hubski out of embarrassment.
It sucked. A lot. It beat me so entirely.
But I was fortunate. And I felt good enough, fast enough to write this. It's very short on purpose.
Adieu. Arrivederci. FML. Rehab 3rd time. Harder, better, faster, stronger.
But don't do it faster for fuck's sake. Oh god, why did I even type faster without thinking.
I've been meaning to write something about my own dealings with depression, but it keeps getting longer. Maybe that's okay.
I'll add that one of the reasons I think it's so hard to write about is because it's so entwined with the individual, with how he or she feels, sees the world, and values things. So it's difficult to convey the totality.