Friday, January 5, 2018
I think too many people are making money rom books about depression. I they don't suer with depression themselves, then their book(s) are invalid. I understand that not all people with depression are able to talk or write about it. I however am one who can do both. Maybe writing is (a) way o preventing mysel rom doing something stupid. I don't know. Some days I don't eel like doing anything at all while other days I could go all day doing something. I have never really has an inbetween part in my lie. It has always been all or nothing. It was that way when I drank beer. Twelve was just a beginning. But it took time to get that sick. With depression, the eelings o uselessness never really go away. This is why I drank so much beer. Alcohol washes the depression away or a spell. Time makes it such that more and more becomes necessary. It gets old needing a drug. So, Ater I quit, I had to deal with my very best riend all day long. I totally get why some people are always working or doing something ater work. They may be suering with depression as well. Nothing takes care o depression more naturally than staying busy. Trying to remain pill or booze ree is very oten a chore or many people.A good portion o them surely have some orm o control. I never have had control o something I like. The terrible thing about my depression is liking the act that I have never really liked mysel.
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