
Iâm writing this from Scotland on a very dark, cold and foggy night. It looks like the beginning of a horror movie and itâs moving in thick and fast. I was leaving to walk my mumâs dog and she asked me to take my phone. âWhy?â I asked. âWell, it looks frightening out there. Just take your phone please.â
I didnât take my phone, I left it and took my dog into the small park close by which is actually an old cemetery (queue creepy music).
But as I walked around, I thought to myself, why wasnât I afraid of the fog and dark? And thatâs when it came to me that being out there in the fog is what living with depression is like.
In a strange way, Iâm not frightened because thatâs what Iâm used to. The fog is there with me every day. Some days itâs thick and heavy and slows me down, clinging onto every part of me. Tangling itself around my limbs like creeping ivy pulling me back or keeping me stuck. Some days itâs lighter, visibility is good and I can walk freely, but I still feel it and know itâs there waiting and that itâs edging closer.
Iâm not frightened there in the fog because I know it so well. It will most likely always be there and I will navigate through it each day at a time using the tools I have learned along the way.
So for those walking through the fog just like me, keep going. Youâre not alone. Maybe we will even bump into each other out there and guide each other through it.
source https://www.programage.com/news/Living_With_Depression__I_m_Not_Afraid_of_the_Fog_1605232815820299.html
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