At 25 years old I am finally going back to college.
This is the first thing that I have truly wanted in over 8 years and it figures that my depression rears its bastard head just as I’m finally in a position to go for the things that may make my life a little more fulfilling.
Everyday the thought of I just would rather not crops up and blanket coats the day in a thin layer of disappointment. And it would be different if that thought was just in correlation with school because then I would know it’s just my anxiety being a dick and I could ignore it because my want for education is greater than the bullshit self doubt.
But the thought of I just would rather not is about life in general and that thought is big enough to overshadow everything else.
And it’s so ridiculously not okay because I have such a good life! So why the hell does my mind feel the need to bombard itself with misery? I am at a place in my life where I should be ecstatic to wake up in the morning knowing I’m going to go out, take life by the balls and make it my bitch.
Yet here I am wishing there was a magic button that could wipe my existence off of the face of the earth, out of the hearts and minds of my friends and family. Poof. Like I was never here in the first place.
This disease is fucking rude. I'm so sick of screwed up brain chemistry ruining what should be amazing monumental moments in my life!
It's like I have two seconds of happiness and that's it, my neurotransmitters get all dried up and all I'm left with is I just would rather not. FUCK!
But most of it's my fault, I know that. I only take half the dose of my antidepressant. It's just that I feel manic when I take it all. I feel so happy and it terrifies me because I know the higher I am the farther I have to fall and it's going to fucking hurt!
I'm like a Looney Tunes character when I'm on the full dose. Soaring high for a while just to suddenly realize I've run off a cliff. I look down, realize that's the only direction I have to go, and I plummet.
So instead, I take the half dose and cruise at a comfortable indifference. There's a few spikes into happiness, some dips into the dark but it's usually pretty steady. Boring but safe.
But something like this, going back to school, has me starting on an incline. I'm starting to feel excited, I'm looking forward to something for once, I'm making plans. Things are looking up.
But of course my brain latches on to the fact that I'm happy and says NOPE! Can't have that! and drags me back down before I can get too high. But it overcompensates and now I'm scuffing the ground. I'm getting chipped away at, my excitement is left in the dust.
Now, my dreams that I want to accomplish have have been abraded enough to lose their shine and have simply become tasks that need to be completed.
Joy: the thing that pushes life from being something you have to do over into to something you get to do.
Joy: I don't have it. But I want it.







