I've been into the depths of deep depression more times than I want to count. It is still hard to come to terms with myself, that when deep in it, things are so difficult to accomplish. Even the simplest of tasks are daunting.
Yet, without fail, I'm still harsh on myself. How could I possibly be so incapacitated that I can barely function? I mean barely! Just last week I had no problem say brushing my teeth. This week under depression, no chance. Barely making it to go pee is about it. Heck, I've even resorted to a pee bottle at times so I wouldn't have to get out of bed.
That's the paradox. Depression is so insidious it gets you to question yourself on what is real vs what you think is real. So it's hard to be kind to yourself and give yourself some grace. Instead its got you spinning your wheels filled with shame, denial, judgement and worthlessness.
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