You got this!

 It's been a while since I wrote about mental health so if you're struggling with something, this is for you.

I'm not even sure where to begin. Iam no shrink but I certainly know a thing or two about how you are feeling, may be a million things if I'm being honest. I think what sucks the most about being deep in the trenches is that it always gets deeper. Just when the morning light starts to slowly seep through the blinds, something promptly shuts them leaving you engulfed in even more darkness . What they say about it being darkest before dawn isn't just folklore. It gets dark, unfathomably dark. Just when you think you've hit rock bottom life introduces you to new and improved rock bottom 2.0. You just keep falling and falling into an abyss only the Big guy upstairs can get you out of if you let him which is a lot harder than it sounds.

As you go in deeper and deeper, you cease finding joy in pretty much everything-even stuff that you absolutely loved doing. Personally, I stopped finding even a modicum of joy in music and basketball. If you know anything about me you know how big a deal that it. I don't even remember the last time I set foot on a court because what's even the point, you know? I'll have my earphones on, my music app open and everything but I can't even tell you what song is on. You miss out on the beauty of life and everything in between. Everything just become so damn bland and mundane-it's depressing, pun intended. It gets so freaking loud up there you can't even hear your own thoughts which in retrospect may be a blessing in disguise.

How to get out of it? The details on that are still a little fuzzy but I'm trying to figure it out. Some do drugs which I wouldn't know a thing about by the way. Others go for therapy which I hear does help. Others talk to someone they feel will listen. Others who I can only describe as superheroes pull themselves out of it.

However you get out of it doesn't really matter. As long as you pull through eventually because you matter and don't ever let the Devil tell you otherwise. If you have been through something not dissimilar I salute you. You are a shujaa. If you are currently in the middle of a shitstorm, take comfort in the fact that all storms come to an end. All I hope you'll still be standing and smiling when all is said and done. Chin up King, Chin up Queen, storyteller says you got this and you do got this♥️.

See you on the other side.

Lots of love,

_storyteller.

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