Depression is a killer – a pure 100% stone cold killer of ideas, of motivation, of creativity – of desire. It comes on like a blanket, smothering my shoulders and pushing me down into the hole. The hole is a clever construct – perfectly self realizing and reinforcing – the decision not to act perpetuates the self loathing and increases the likelihood of not acting again in the future.
I haven’t played for three weeks – I hate this shit and all the reasons that surround it. I have to get better at staying out of the hole – but for now – I’m just going to sit here.
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