Being Comfortable with the Uncomfortable
Three years ago, I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. It's been a brutal journey, filled with more lows than highs. I've had to learn to embrace the discomfort, because the emotional toll was immense. It felt like my own body betrayed me at times.
The image below captures how I spent a lot of my time. Curled up, in what we call the fetal position. It became a sanctuary, a safe haven for a body riddled with unseen wounds. Here, I'd try to soothe the anxieties whispered by depression. There were moments of profound darkness, where the pain was so crushing, I just wanted it all to end. But perhaps I needed this darkness to reach where I am today.
Coping with depression and anxiety wasn't a quick fix. It was a constant struggle, questioning every breath. The world seemed bleak in those moments. Yet, I also learned to silence the fears, both internal and external.
While a painful, lonely and often misunderstood illness. Within its depths lies a path to healing. Depression forces us to confront the root of the problem, the uncomfortable truths we hide from ourselves. Looking back, I understand what I couldn't then: This battle, like so many others, wasn't a choice. It was placed before me because I have the strength to see it through, even if it's an uncomfortable journey
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