Life After Depression
When I was in that deep dark hole of depression, all I prayed for was to get better. I wanted to live a normal life again. After two years, my prayer is working. I am getting back to life. The problem is, life has changed. I've have changed. I feel lost. This life I so desperately craved for so long, is scary.
While I was in my dark hole, life went on without me. People left my life. I left my career. Even things that stayed the same, now feel foreign. I have forgotten how to live life.
I never want to go back into the dark hole again. But I knew how to survive in that hole. It is what I have known for two years. Even though life was hell in the hole, I knew how to live it.
I think that there is a part of me that doesn't want to let go of that hole. In some crazy way, it has become a safety net that I am holding on to just in case this new life gets to hard.
Sometimes I can hear it calling me. The crazy, terrifying thing is, sometimes I want to listen.
