Many talk about overcoming depression and anxiety's (deprixity), domination yet not what it's like to triumph only to be trampled by deprexity's taloned feet. Those who attain victory after each fall can grow weary from what feels like battling a rapidly evolving virus; a storm which eventually collides like a tidal wave upon those lulls of contentment. An immortal hurricane that taunts individuals as it periodically brings them into its center of tranquility...only to slam its wall of ferocity upon them again. This experience is so exhausting that some are tempted to allow the Grim Reaper to carry them towards a freshly dug grave.
So some become careful not to stray too far into the light again because it's a more horrifying experience to suddenly slip and plummet from such a great height than to remain in the canyon. Yet deprexity can still dig a chasm underneath the feet of those who refuse to climb. So it's best to hope anyways. You see, hope isn't an enemy but surrendering is. You may be surprised that deprixity, in itself, is not a villainous entity either. It is destructive to those who indulge and refuse to fight (or don't have the support system to fight), the negative thoughts which arrive. Yet there's proof that deprexity can be a source for creativity, empathy, and inspiration as well (think of Vincent Van Gough, Abe Lincoln, Princess Diana, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Sarah Silverman, Alicia Keys, etc.) So those with deprexity need to hope despite their emotional turmoil and they need to be able to always communicate honestly with those whom they love and trust. ♥️
We all have struggles and no matter what those are, we all have the ability to lift each other up with heartwarming words.
All of us need to remember that we are never alone, no matter what pain touches our hearts, what thoughts may pass through our souls, or the miles which may lie between us. All of us, mental illness victims or not, have each other and this realization makes a world of difference.