This is my first post here in the year that marks my sixth year of struggling with depression. People said that it would get better with time and I argued that it never gets better, we just learn to live with it. And I still stand by that statement but there was one thing that did happen some time during these last six years which...no, it did not make it easier...but...it made it worth fighting for.
Two years after it began, two people entered my life...they did not understand what I was going through but they put the best of their efforts trying to. The connection I had with them helped me see the light at the end of the tunnel. Unfortunately, life happened and they left but what stayed with me was that little time they helped me see the light. When they left, it got completely dark again but that image of light, that realization that there is light at the end of the tunnel (since I have seen it myself)...that kept me going.
It's still dark and it's not easy to get out of my bed at days. I don't get up for a day at times, sometimes two, sometimes a week but I do always get back up and fight just because I know that reaching the light would be worth all of this pain and suffering.
Having such a deep connection with someone just for a year is keeping me going even today i.e. 3 years later. And I wish everyone who suffers from this terrible disease finds that one connection...that one ray of hope (even if it's transient) because you deserve it. And one day, it's all gonna be worth it (for all of us, hopefully).
I don't know anyone here and forming such deep connections is a long way to go. But we have to start somewhere. I hope to find amazing such people here and I would love to have you talk to me, and I promise that I'll listen
If there's even one person here whose suffering I am able to give meaning to, both of our journeys are gonna get easier.
We are all in this together