Introduction

[pizzawizard]

I don't know what I'm supposed to write. I don't know much of anything except that I'm losing my mind. Anxiety has sucked me into a void that depression gave me no motivation to leave. Why does wasting away in this bed sound better than facing this? I've talked about it. I've exercised and eaten healthy. I've surrounded myself with support. But I can't leave this cave. As dark and terrifying as it is, as much as it sucks away my soul; it's familiar. It's what I know. And the thought of leaving gives me more anxiety than I had before.

[Lovely_Lizzy_]

Wow I’m not that great with my words.... but u just about summed up my life....I am sorry that u are dealing with that....and thats probably not what u wanna hear cause u have probably heard so much already.....🙂 but that was beautifully put u should try poetry... it a good outlet.

[Hidden]

Don't know if this is any consolation, but I've decided for myself there are times "I" am speaking and times my "depression or anxiety" are speaking for "me". They can define who we are when they get the upper hand. Getting up and getting the f out of the bed is so hard, but they are going to control us. Any little speck of "I can get up" is the real "us" talking. They're a bitch to have, but we're smarter than they are. Take every opportunity, however small, when you can hear your real self saying "Get up, get going". If only for a short moment. Then, grow. Hugs.

[art62grammie]

For forty years I lived a life of loneliness and depression. My forty years of Anorexia took me to that dark cave. With my recent recovery, I have found my way out and the light is very bright now. Stress tends to make the light get dimmer. I refuse and fight daily to never get drawn back to the hole or cave. The mind is a crazy thing. It can be very deceitful. My mental doctor told me that 90% of my recovery was me. They only contributed 10%. It takes a fighter to overcome a mental illness of any kind. My mind has healed and continues daily. It will always be a daily process for me to remain recovered. I may suffer from PTSD because of abuse. I will not let it keep me from living the life that I want. I was dying with Anorexia. Forty years I listened to the lies and almost died. I have found hope and life now. You need to tell the depression to take a hike. You stand proud and strong. You can live a very happy life. You make the stand. Never let the enemy of depression keep you in that cave. Chat any time. That is why we all are here. To help one another.