Depression has been my companion since childhood. It has clouded my judgement, held me back from seeking success, told me I was unattractive, encouraged me to keep eating because its going to be bad anyway, told me folks were not my friends, told me I was worthless, tried to keep me down. It has told me to stay inside, not to reach out, not to try. It has made me look at things in a warped way, discouraged me. It has encouraged destructive habits, and feelings of failure. So I have declared war. Somedays I win. Somedays I am productive, eat healthy, exercise, reach out, get out and make a difference. On those days, the enemy is defeated. On other days, depression has some small victories. But i like to think that I am victorious more often. Depression keeps me in less, dims the beauty less, clouds my judgment less. My weapons---medication, talking to people, journaling, Daily strength, reading positive things, prayer, getting up in the morning. My weapons, looking my best, picking up the telephone, picking up a pen, writing, etc. The battles continue. Every victory makes me a little stronger, and the enemy weaker. I fight on.
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