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I was soaked and freezing cold by the time we reached this alpine lake, but something about the sound and tranquility kept me completely unbothered.
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In March I’ll be rested, caught up and human.
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I get it now.
It makes a lot more sense as to what depression is. It has nothing to do with how life is going, how loved I am, how blessed, how secure, how great life truly is.
It’s a freaking pit. The sadness just oozes out from an unknown source deep inside my mind and gut.
I have a glimpse as to what “hopeless” feels...
and now the fight begins:
THIS IS NOT ME.
I AM JOY.
HE HAS CALLED ME JOY.
MY NAME IS JOY.