Everyone says depression is a battle. “You have to keep fighting.” As I get older I can’t help asking why, and no one seems to have an answer.
The reality is I can’t win this fight. Statistically speaking I’ll probably die from suicide in my late 20s or early 30s.
For the sake of argument let’s say I don’t commit suicide one day. Most people with depression lead unhappy lives, causing poor health, and generally have issues maintaining relationships.
So my best case scenario is I die in my late 40s, unhappy, alone, and probably sick (or in chronic pain).
Seems like even if I win, I lose.
Remember to smile,