One of the worst feelings is definitely being in a bad place mentally and having to start from what feels like nothing to gaining routines and structure again. Trying to go from being practically unable to get out of bed to sticking to a schedule or any plan is a long, strenuous, uphill battle that the rest of the world does not wait for you to fight. The longer the fight takes, the more the struggle affects things in your life, and the harder the fight becomes. Medication is all well and good, and there are strategies to help with whatever you’re going through. There’s parts in place to keep the machine going but you still have to scrape together the energy and willpower to push it until those parts can start to do it themselves. That’s the hardest part. Getting started.
This is where I’d usually have something a little more optimistic to say, some sort of advice to help, but I got nothing. I’m barely past square one and I feel like Sisyphus because the rock keeps rolling right back down the hill and I gotta start all over again.
The most I can say is that there’s been probably billions of people who have been here and won the fight, and if all those people can do it, why can’t we? We’ll keep trying to push the machine till it can run by itself, because we really can’t afford to lose this battle.
