If you’ve known me for awhile, or have followed my story, you may know that I have been one of the “lucky” ones to be touched by depression and anxiety. I’ve written about it from time to time to work through periods of my life that have been particularly difficult. Putting words on “paper” seems to help me work through the pain that overwhelms me during these times and allows me to breathe. Yet, sometimes, like those that have been swallowing me up as of late, no amount of writing seems to be able to save me. So, I remain silent until I can come up for air again.
I’m writing you today after experiencing a couple of months of holding my breath. A couple of months of darkness. A couple of months of feeling like I’d never be whole again.
Yet, here I am and I’m still standing.
This depression gig is exhausting. It’s overwhelming at best.
I don’t write these words to get pity or for you to say “you’re doing great, Woz!”
I’m actually writing for those who are experiencing the same thing that I am. I’m writing for those who have the periods of darkness, too.
I’m writing for those who have those days where you feel like you can’t breathe and don’t know if you’ll be able to ever again.
I’m writing to say that I see you. I hear you. I am you.
You are not alone. You are never alone.
Things won’t always be this way.
For today, just breathe.
Take things one moment at a time.
Do one thing.
Then do another.
Then one more.
Just like that.
You are more than your depression.
You are everything.
And if you can’t believe that right now, I’ll believe it enough for us both.