So I'm in the beginning stages of depression again.
I was just wondering - does anyone else ever wonder that the reason it happens to you is that there is a part of you that sort of 'likes it in the gutter'? Kind of like an addiction?
There's something almost seductive about depresssion at first for me. It's like a sort of protective padding. That feeling of giving up and not caring can be really relieving when what came before the depression was stress/anxiety/confusion - like relaxing against a wall when your exhausted.
Just giving in to emotionlessness, sitting there, arms slumped, not trying to be happy anymore.
The trouble is when it starts to eat at you (which is what is happening now).
That padding starts to feel like a wall between you and life. You can still see the other side of the wall... you can still remember how you used to be, that things in your life used to be fun, what enthusiasm felt like, what excitement felt like, what happiness felt like... but it's like looking at them through someone elses eyes.
I have a lot of problems with addiction in my life that I try and manage. I'm basically just open to being addicted to anything (other than excersize or anything good for me). Alcohol, drugs, food, shopping, work etc
I was wondering if it's possible to be addicted to depression?
It's not like it feels good... it really doesn't. It's like feeling sick or nauseous constantly... but in your brain rather than your stomach - you feel it all the time other than brief moments of distraction, but then the minute your reminded again it feels just as bad. You want to feel better so you try different treatments
But it's sort of familiar I guess. It calls to me like maleficent calling to aurora to prick her finger on the spinning wheel in Sleeping Beauty. Like this voice in the back of my head telling me it'd all be so much easier if I just stopped fighting it.