Here’s what I’m feeling: sadness, heaviness, guilt, shame, loathing for self and others, anger, and so much more.
Here’s what I’m doing that may not be helpful: denying myself food, sleeping long hours.
Here’s what I wish I was doing: walking, meditating, being grateful for my life and circumstances. But concentrating on those just reinforces the guilt, making me think that once again it’s all my fault.
Here’s what I’m doing that I know is right: taking my medication as prescribed, brushing my teeth.
I once had a friend who suffered from debilitating, major depression. I talked with him on the phone daily and asked him to do just one nice thing for himself that day. Today, I’m going to do just one nice thing for myself. I’m going to eat a full meal.
It’s a start out of the pit.