I do it anyway, and most days I do it gladly.
Then there are the other days. The days when I question what I'm doing because all I want to do is hide away in my apartment and do no work ever.
That's the Depression talking.
She reminds me of the days when I sat around playing video games all day and when my diet consisted of pizza and ice cream.
"You were happy then," she whispers. "You didn't have to do anything, no responsibilities. You could sleep all day if you wanted, play whatever computer games you wanted, eat as much as you wanted, all day long..."
She tells me that I was happy but I know the truth, I was miserable then. I tell her that those things didn't make me happy and she should know better. So she changes her tactics, gets a little meaner.
"You're not making a difference. Nothing that you do is going to matter in the big scheme of things. You're just wasting everyone's time. Just quit. No one will notice or mind. Don't show up anymore. Just quit."
It's really hard to run a business when Depression visits.
Lately, I've been dealing with it. It's a rather hard line to walk, depression vs. my business, but I'm beginning to feel like an old pro. I thought I'd share how I cope for anyone out there that fears Depression will keep them from doing the stuff they really want to do. We can work around her.
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