I can't escape the shadow of depression. Like any shadow, it changes. Sometimes it's big, sometimes it's clear. Other times, it almost vanishes. But it never truly does. Most of the time, depression lurks in the corners of my vision. I pay no attention to it because I learned depression can't hurt me when it's timid. But when depression grows to boldness and looms in front of me, I have no choice but to fight. It's becoming easier, but goddamn, sometimes it still hits like a train
"Happy" is just an emotion. Emotions are temporary. Throughout my life, I've had people close to me insist I should strive to feel "happy" all the time regardless of what's happening with my life or the world in general.
You shouldn't strive to feel only one way. It's not realistic or healthy. Don't feel guilty or worried about having other feelings. Feelings are valid. Feel them, and learn to accept and deal with them.
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