We all have “demons”, be they addiction, guilt, bitterness, mental illness, chronic pain, etc. This week, I’ve been reminded of the one I’ve had with me the longest: depression. I can never decide if it is just sneaky and insidious enough that I don’t notice it taking over my brain until it’s too late–or if I just wake up and there it is, suddenly broken free from the cage I can generally keep it housed in.
Either way, it’s always there. Sometimes it just takes more energy to fight than others.
Over the years, with treatment both professional and through self study, I manage, but the fight makes me tired. This week, it’s left me exhausted.
Still, I am grateful for the people and animals in my life who help me. Everyone needs help fighting their demons. At the end of the day, no one can do the work for you, but there is no shame in asking for help. It took me a long time to realize that. I hope that when you are in the throes of battle, you realize the beauty of help much sooner.