My depression had a voice this week, for the first time in a long time. It talked about how I wasn’t strong enough or wise enough or good enough. It tempted me with the urge to stay in bed and hide. It tried to tell me I wasn’t good enough. It talked in a way that sucked me in like the Sirens from Greek Mythology. It almost sang a song so sweet I wanted to put my head down and block/hide from the world, let the dark clouds in gulf me. My depression had a voice this week and I entertained the talk. Hell at times I almost agreed.
But then I heard my own voice and it was louder than the depression’s voice. I heard myself say things like, “No, that isn’t true. I’ve got this. This too shall pass. One day at a time. Fake it ’till you make it. Smile, just keep smiling. Laugh, it will be ok.” With each sentence my words grew louder then the Sirens of my depression.
I don’t get it right everyday but neither does my depression.
I’m not saying I feel like roses and rainbows but I know in the deepest part of my soul, that I will be ok.