
AnonymouslyBlue
Member
- Sep 29, 2019
- 57
Something has happened.
Something big that I know I should be ecstatic about, should be celebrating with joy because, holy shit - I actually did it!
But all I can feel is how much I don't want this, how much all I want to do is curl back up in bed and forget the world outside my bedroom door.
I hate this feeling. I hate that this amazing thing has happened. I hate depression and I hate myself for letting it get the best of me in a time that I should be looking forward to what's to come.
Something big that I know I should be ecstatic about, should be celebrating with joy because, holy shit - I actually did it!
But all I can feel is how much I don't want this, how much all I want to do is curl back up in bed and forget the world outside my bedroom door.
I hate this feeling. I hate that this amazing thing has happened. I hate depression and I hate myself for letting it get the best of me in a time that I should be looking forward to what's to come.