i think everyone who has experienced returning chronic depression must know this feeling.
When you know the darkness is coming but there's nothing you can do to stop it.
the storm comes and your holding on trying not to be sucked up into the turbulent destructive hurricane that will eventually spit you out in the middle of no where with nothing, once again.
i dont know why its coming and i dont know what to do. there is no point in working because i am (physically) sick more days than well. I try to catch up with friends and family but i struggle to enjoy their company and the paranoia sets in. not to mention the constant fatigue and irritation.
I thought i was doing ok -much better than last time- but every time someone asks me how i am, i struggle to act as fine as i say i am.
is there any way out, to stop the storm, or is this just something I continuously must fight each year until i get strong enough to stop letting it affect my health?
Antidepressants only keeps me out of hospital.
