I've realized that there really can never be a ending to these feelings..
You never just wake up and feel amazing again..
That's just not the way life is..
Each day is a struggle, but everyone handles it different..
Some people have different struggles, some just can't handle life..
It's a constant climb up a slippery slope..
Can anyone make it to the top? Does anyone even want to? What's it like up there? I'm sure there are a lot of people up there, cheering us all on..
Maybe we're so far down, we can't hear them..
But just because we can't hear them, does that mean their there? I guess it's the same with depression..
Even if I can't feel it, I just kind of KNOW that it's there..
But I have the choice to give up and slide voluntarily down that slippery slope to the sharp rocks below..
Or I could look my demons right in the eye and say, "I will be strong, I won't back down, you've made me small, but I won't submit anymore.."
it's gonna be harder saying that, but I just keep thinking, that at my funeral, whenever it may be, I don't want them to say, "she succumbed to her demons, she let them have her.."
I want them to say " she struggled, but she never stopped fighting.."