>>5979872Life is a mixed bag and sometimes you get a bad draw. As a child I felt life was very innocent, I didn't know about all of the bad things.
The moment I found reality was at seven years old. The moment it happened all I could think about was this image of having my brains blown out and being a lifeless piece of meat on the floor.
To have the bad exaggerated so much at a vulnerable part of my life has been both a blessing and a curse.
I value the good times of my life, I find much enjoyment in worldly pleasures, like sex, food, and drugs. But at the same time I'm always waiting for the next bad thing to happen and I'm physically preparing for it.
it's both good and bad, and when the bad times come I force myself to remember what the good times were like.
Your mind will not just release the happiness you want, you have to TAKE IT, and I really mean it. If you don't force your brain to give you what you want it will never give it up. It comes with sacrifice.
You have to be able to understand that it will be hard and just not give a fuck. People with depression I believe have good potential if they use the bad parts to their advantage. The condition won't leave, but you can gear it towards doing something better than being pitiful.
