I have a really great life. I don’t struggle to pay my bills, I get to do what I love for my job, I have an amazing wife who is my best friend and my partner in many crimes. I have a wonderful house, I am surrounded by people I love who love me. I’m successful in much of my work, and some days it feels like the best stuff in my professional life is yet to come.
And yet.
The thing about Depression, for me, is that it can take something that was already unlikely, like not getting an audition for the Ready Player One movie, and using that to negate and erase all the other good and awesome things in my life. The thing about my Depression is that it can take something that I love that I’m doing really well, like rebooting my life and taking extremely good care of myself — the best I have in years — and make me feel like I don’t deserve to feel this good. The thing about my Depression is that it can make me feel like whatever it is I want to do, whatever it is that I want to start, whatever it is that I want to finish, just isn’t worth it, because it’s going to suck and nobody will like it, or it’ll be great but nobody will care.
Depression is a dick, and Depression lies, and even though I know all of that with the rational and reasonable part of my brain, the Depression part of my brain has been really loud and persistent and just relentless for a couple of weeks, now. It’s Friday, and when I look back on this week, I can see all the important and good stuff that I’ve done, I can see the small but meaningful steps I’ve taken toward completing things that are important to me … but those things are all in the shadows that are cast by the giant spotlight Depression is shining on the things I didn’t do.
And the thing is, I could probably come up with good reasons that I didn’t do the things that I wanted to do, and they are probably reasonable reasons, too. But I also know that all week long, Depression was right there on my shoulder like the leprechaun that tells Ralph to burn it all down, and quietly telling me that there’s no point, there’s no reason to do it, it’s not worth my time.
And now it’s Friday, and Depression is telling me that I’m a failure because I didn’t finish the things that Depression helped ensure I didn’t start.
That’s the insidious part of Depression, at least for me, and I know that to a person who doesn’t struggle with mental illness like I do it just sounds like a pity party where all the gifts are excuses.
But here I am. On Friday. No closer to finishing the things I wanted to finish than I was on Monday.
And I’m tired. I’m having a hell of a time falling asleep and staying asleep, and when I do sleep, I have vivid dreams that make me feel like I haven’t slept at all.
These places I visit in my dreams, and the experiences I have when I’m there, are so real, I feel like I’m forced to live this other life when I fall asleep that I have no control over, and it’s not awesome.
I’ve had a splitting headache since I got out of bed two hours later than I wanted to, and I’m tired.
i’m so tired.
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Hang in there, Wil. You’re an inspiration to many people who are also struggling with depression. We look at you and see what’s possible if we don’t give up, if we keep fighting. We find comfort in the thought that we’re not alone with the struggle. And so, too, do I hope that you find comfort in the fact that your struggle mirrors so many others and that you, too, aren’t alone.
You too!
So sorry to hear this. Keep taking care of The Patient, nursing him along until he feels like himself again.
hugs I know what you are going through, I can see myself in many of the things you mentioned. Thanks for speaking up – and being able to reach many people. It’s so important that others know what it can sometimes be like.
I am sorry to hear that the persistent brain bug that lives in your head has come back so strong. I am really inspired by the fact that you are very vocal on the matter.
Just want you to know that just being aware is a victory and one that shouldn’t be taken lightly. You are awesome mr Wheaton.
While this may sound a little odd – try taking an epsom salt bath. It’s quite relaxing and rejuvenating.
“And I’m tired. I’m having a hell of a time falling asleep and staying asleep, and when I do sleep, I have vivid dreams that make me feel like I haven’t slept at all.
These places I visit in my dreams, and the experiences I have when I’m there, are so real, I feel like I’m forced to live this other life when I fall asleep that I have no control over, and it’s not awesome.”
Print that and stick it in the story idea file.
Meanwhile, thanks for sharing and don’t give up. ‘Cause Depression lies and Depression is a dick, but you ARE doing the right things. Might check with your doctors to see if there isn’t something new going on, though.
Hey, its okay. I had sooooo many plans this last weekend instead I ended up on the sofa just being a vegetable. Giving yourself permission to not have the best of weeks is very important. You are still Wil Wheaton the awesome and so what it was dud week, you’ve got 52 of them a year. And if you need something to smile about, I go around putting random silly tags on the Wheaton brand glassware (did you know that there is labware company called Wheaton) that say “hi my name is Wil”
Thank you Wil. This puts it so succinctly…the constant lies and insidious undermining of everything valuable.
Keep on fighting the good fight. I may not know you, but I am standing beside you.
I see you. You are strong. Thank you for taking the time to write about your struggle — I feel like I was reading something about what I’m going through. Keep fighting — you are worth it.
I’m sorry about your depression and the toll daylight saving time is having on you, Wil. Similar things are happening to me, and this post genuinely made me feel a lot better. It really sucks when you are so excited about something that doesn’t end up happening. I’m sure you’re super passionate about the film adaptation of “Ready Player One,” as are we all, and it would have been cool to play a part in it. But you never know! That audition could still happen, or you’ll end up playing a different role in a different film that you’re equally passionate about down the road. Just make it through today, and the next day, and the next, and things will get better. It’s so great that you are surrounded by people and things you love, who will support you through the darker days. You got this.
Hang in there Wil. You have that awesome safety net to fall back on. And just sharing helps, I know it helped me through a real rough patch last week.
Wil, you are a brave soul and I appreciate your willingness to share your life, the highs and the lows, with people. Many of us consider ourselves your fans and all of that, but really, I feel that we can also be a bit of your support. Know that hard the work you do on TV and internet programs, the time you spend talking to people about games, and sci-fi, and just stuff, and the honest way in which you live your life is truly appreciated.
You are a great person, sir, and I am thankful that I get to learn from you, whether it be about board games I can share with my kids or about how we can support one another through the tough times, whatever they may be. Breath, take time to relax, and give yourself a break.
Take care,
Dan
You’re a good man for being open and talking about depression. Who knows how many people read about your struggles, and realize that it’s OK to talk to someone about their depression, instead of hiding behind it. Sure you may not have gotten the next segment of the short story done, but by writing what you did today, here on this blog, you may have changed a few people’s lives for the better.
Wil,
I’m not sure that comments from random strangers will have any impact/relevance for you but as a long time fan/follower, I’m so sorry to read that you are struggling right now. I’m not sure if you’ve heard of the author Matt Haig but he has a book out called “Reasons to Stay Alive” about his own battle with depression. One of my favorite analogies from his book likens depression to a cloud. Depression is the cloud; you are the sky. You are bigger, stronger, more lasting than depression…always. Here’s another quote from Matt Haig that I like to hang on to when I am struggling:
“The key is in accepting your thoughts, all of them, even the bad ones. Accept thoughts, but don’t become them. Understand, for instance, that having a sad thought, even having a continual succession of sad thoughts, is not the same as being a sad person. You can walk through a storm and feel the wind but you know you are not the wind.”
One step at a time, one day at a time, and eventually you’ll walk through this latest storm as you have all the others. Take care.
Michelle
I love this so much. Thank you, Michelle.
Beautiful post, Michelle. Thank you for that.
I know how you feel; no matter how well I do, I never feel like it’s good enough. Please keep writing about your depression; it makes me feel not so alone–especially since I’m not ready to face mine head on. Much love.
I can’t say anything to help with your struggle that you haven’t heard already. But “I feel like I’m forced to live this other life when I fall asleep that I have no control over” sounds like a pretty compelling sci-fi story. Love your writing.
Wil,
As a person with bipolar I humbly applaud you for being so vocal about living with depression. You’re an encouragement to me, a so called brother in arms. I’ve lived with bipolar for 20+ years now and each day has its struggles, but like you, if we work at it each day, no matter what our brains tell us that is incorrect we logically know the truth. Sometimes all that is needed is to acknowledge we are alive for another day. If you ever want to vent, you have my email.
We stand in good company
Take care and be gentle for yourself! This blogpost is amazing and honest and you as a person are too. What you accomplish is already great too but I think the how and with/for whom are more important than the accomplishments themselves sometimes.
Wish you love & all the best!
I just learned that an old friend has depression. Thank you for sharing your struggles, I know it sucks monkey balls. I hope our voices of love and support help.
One of the this that makes me happy is watching you on TNG and now on Big Bang Theory. I know exactly how you feel. I did basically dick all this week that I can remember. I’ve gained too much weight in the last year and it doesn’t want to stop. And I really want to get back to learning how to ride my unicycle. Take some joy in the knowledge that you bring joy to others.
Wow. I’m sure glad to know I am not the only one who feels that way. “always on my shoulder whispering crap to me”
You are not alone.
Not sure if this helps at all, but could explain why you feel this way. Seems to happen to a lot of us http://dooce.com/2011/09/29/autumnal-equinox/ The 4th paragraph.
Thank you so much for this wil. For giving voice to the voiceless. For being brave enough today “fuck the stigma, I’m going to share my truth.”. You, sir, rock.
“And now it’s Friday, and Depression is telling me that I’m a failure because I didn’t finish the things that Depression helped ensure I didn’t start.”
You have just described my current life, in one succinct and honest sentence. You are most certainly not alone and while that doesn’t get the Depression monkey off your back, I know it helps me. I’ve always been a big fan of your work, but I have to say that after reading your posts about your struggles with depression and anxiety recently, my admiration has grown tremendously. And it’s not like celebrity worship, it’s like “this is a cool guy that I would like to be friends with.” I like people that are authentic and honest about themselves, both good and bad, and you are definitely one of them. Keep up the good fight, keep taking care of yourself and it will get easier to detect Depression’s lies and tell it to fuck off.
I’m sorry this is such difficult time for you. I’d like you to know that you were helping me cope with my depression long before I realized you are a fellow sufferer. I got so tired of hearing the endless soundtrack in my head, that I was desperate to hear something, ANYTHING that wasn’t my own interior monologue. I started listening to audiobooks, because I could listen even when I was flat-out exhausted, and they helped drown out the negative thoughts. It was not a cure-all, but for me it significantly eased the burden. One of the readers I kept coming back to was you. Thank you for that. Since then I’ve followed you on social media and found you to be a strong and caring person—and there aren’t nearly enough of those in the world. Be gentle with yourself. We all hope this tough patch ends quickly.
Agreed, also what a wonderful way to explain the inned monologue and practice way to combat it in the exhaustive hours… Thank you!
I’m sitting here having to constantly wipe away tears so I can see to type. Because I get it. I so get it. Please don’t give up. Depression lies. When someone like you who is so gifted, is so inspiring, struggles and succeeds, it gives me, someone who has so little, hope. Please, please, don’t give in. It hurts to see you struggle so much but I do get it.
It’s just one week out of a whole life. You got up. You spent time with your wife. You did “small but meaningful steps.” You breathed. Heck, you got out of bed. You got up off the couch. The brain makes you think it’s all doo-doo. But it’s not. None of us think it is. Let us hold you up until you once again can realize that you do matter. That you have worth. That you are AWESOME.
On another note, come to the National Mall on June 4, 2016 and join in with the crowd of over 75,000 non-believers at the Reason Rally. It was awesome in 2012 and will be much better this time because it won’t be as cold as it was last time. It was such a fantastic feeling of being surrounded by friends!
Depression is a dick. I’m not saying that to be cute. Mine likes to tell me how I have failed at EVERYTHING FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE including incidents so long ago I can’t even remember them, so how am I going to accomplish anything now that I am getting old and decrepit and will probably die alone? (Note: meaning I turn 40 on Monday and am single. Rationally, not old and decrepit at all, and singlehood isn’t either a terrible thing or a life sentence, come to think of it.) And then my anxiety kicks in telling me about all the little everyday things that it says I am actually terrible at and mess up all the time so then I’m scared I’ve screwed up fifty gazillion things at work, no matter what anybody else tells me. On a bad day, if I DO screw something up at work…man. They are a lethal combination, though thankfully my meds do a pretty good job of keeping them at bay most of the time. (Jet lag, though…man, mess with my sleep…today is better, but the last couple of days have been rough.)
But I keep on, and I know you do too. Personally, I recommend you go find a pet to fuss over. It always helps me. And Her Highness, a title my tortie has more than earned, will accept unending scritches from me, so it works out well for both of us.
Some guy named Wil wrote this recently:
“You’re not broken, and you’re not weak.”
That guy Wil is right. You should listen to him.
I know and can truly appreciate what you are feeling. I too am walking the same path as you, my friend. Your words of no one really understanding what you are feeling and it sounding like a ‘pity party’ is so true. I too have had to endure people who just do not get it. Hang in there man.
Depression can be really debilitating (for me it is to a large extent). Thanks for sharing. You are awesome.
Negativity can seriously suck the life out of creativity. I know because sometimes I relish in that. It seems that no matter how much we put in, we are always worried about what other people instead of committing to the amazing opportunity we have gagged and tied in the basement of our mind. Depression, anxiety, self esteem can’t hold our imagination prisoner forever.
But it is about that Friday feeling, and you imagine that it should have been one of those productive weeks that you had when all thrusters were firing. We hold ourselves to that one week when the word count was not only accomplished but all the words all felt right. The podcast recorded without any issues and the edit was fun and flawless. The website was updated and looked great and what’s more, in that one week you managed to organize all those computer files, cook some great family meals and enjoy walks with a loved one as well as clean and dust the study… and still had time to enjoy the Kings win another great game.
That was THAT great week and want of a measurable example of what is possible.
Something to aspire to but not something that we should expect to have each and every time. Today I did the same thing. I wondered why this wasn’t my week, but after reading your post, I get the feeling that next week will be different for everybody. To know somebody out there is the same, no matter the differences in history and circumstances. I know this because now I feel the motivation to drive myself to move forward. This is inspiration for me and I hope it is for others too… as it could be for the author.
We just need encouragement. A parallel to keep us going. I will go ahead with my project – with the feverish ferocity that came at it’s inception – as long as you do too Mr Wheaton.
I just showed this to my wife and she agrees and says she believed in the now or never. That applies to all whom this relates to.
Have a great weekend, to all…
Correction: Second to last paragraph: my wife still “does” believe in the now or never.
We can have that week again. Why? Because we’ve done it before, right?
I’ve known for years, really for decades, that I needed help with my depression and my anxiety. And in the last year, I finally started getting that help, thanks in part to people like you and Jenny Lawson being open and honest about your struggles. While it may not have been on your to do list, one thing you did this week, was yet again help me (and probably hundreds of people like me) by continuing to share your experiences with mental health and self-care. So, thank you for being you; you are pretty awesome. Also, I hope that jerk Depression sits down and shuts up soon; it’s your turn to talk.
Thank you for being so brutally honest about depression. You have helped me understand that my Depression Lies. I hope yours begins to Lie more quietly soon.
I’m so sorry for you feeling so unwell. I really hope you’ll feel better, soon.
And thank you for opening up to us, a bunch of strangers (whick loves you very much!)
And I really needed to read this, I guess.
I’m having a really hard time depression&anxiety wise for months now. The last 2days my brain just felt so foggy and heavy, that I couldn’t reach any of my emotions. Reading your words opened something up inside. Now I’m sitting here crying, but I guess thats a good thing.
“I’m sick & tired of always being sick & tired” that song line sumps my feelings up pretty accurately.
It’s hard to fall asleep. Never mind sleeping through. Getting up every day. Seeing others living their life, reaching goals, starting a family, buying/renting bigger flats or houses. Traveling.
And then me, stuck for 10years. No achievements outside of this mental health Sumpf … the only reason I haven’t giving up yet are my pets. And not looking onto the “path” in front of me. As soon as I l take a glimps into the future, the path that lies in front of me … I get paralized and all hopeless. Not having friends living near by and not being close to the family isn’t helping either,I guess.
I really hope my depression lies. Because at the moment it’s telling me a lot and nothing of it is positive.
Sorry for rambling … wasn’t my intention, esp. since my English is a mess -_-
Please be aware that your current desire to make yourself feel better, and the fact it is working could be affecting how your medications work. Be sure to check with your health professionals in regards to this.
One of the things that makes me happy is watching you on T N G and now on B B T. I know exactly how you feel. I did basically nothing all this week that I can remember worth while too. I’ve gained too much weight in the last year and it doesn’t want to stop. And I really want to get back to learning how to ride my unicycle. Take some joy in the knowledge that you bring joy to others. I wish I could make people happy.
Sending all good thoughts your way; keep kicking that lying black beast away. I hope that all the warm wishes and affection from the people who read your stuff, or watch your stuff, will help to lift you above the lies that depression tells.
“That’s the insidious part of Depression, at least for me, and I know that to a person who doesn’t struggle with mental illness like I do it just sounds like a pity party where all the gifts are excuses.” A pity party where all the gifts are excuses. fist bump Make no mistake, it doesn’t sound like that to me at all. I just have to acknowledge how much I liked that phrase when I read it.
Hello Wil,
I am a long time fan of yours also, I’m a 41 year old single guy that’s been dealing with manic depression for about 11 years now. It manifested after a personal tragedy that I was partly to blame for. And like you I have friends and family that love and support me, just dealing with the day to day goals are insurmountable mountains to me. Like I have to prepare to climb Everest everyday. Not every day is like that – but most are. I didn’t get any help for my depression until last year. The medication helps some, keeps me from making an ass to myself in front of friends and all that and not bring the cloud of doom with me when I go to work.
I just wish I had taken action sooner. Depression does leave casualties. I lost an amazing woman in part due to depression. Though we remain friends, things will never be the same. She was the best part of me and I didn’t realize it until I had lost her. So in a lot of ways I envy the fact that your partner in life is very much still with you, dealing with the ebb and flow. Depression is like a cloud and we are the sky as that author wrote – but to me its a never ceasing tidal wave- it just comes and goes – sometimes so large I feel like I can’t breathe anymore.
I wish the lessons in life we adults learn didn’t have to be so painful. But they are lessons nonetheless. Being afraid to be honest with yourself and others – while protecting yourself – also has the unintended consequence of hurting those who do care about you. Unfortunately that was my painful lesson. Though I feel like I’ve become a better person since learning it, the losses I’ve taken outweigh a lot. It’s those losses I have to face daily – for work, survival, to say nothing if I am to ever fall in love with anyone else. I am still in love with my best friend – but I’ve accepted that I have to learn to be a better friend, than I was a boyfriend or partner.
I’ve never told her this – and not sure if she reads your blog; I’ve never shared this with anyone. Between feeling anxious and panicked all the time and then having to get over heartbreak at 41 isn’t easy.
I envy your honesty and candidness for coming on here as often as you do to talk about Mental Illness, and how it affects you and those around you – and the others. This disease which still isn’t getting the attention it deserves, I believe can be treated with love and speaking out. And although we may never get off this rollercoaster of emotions and guilt and pain, we WILL over come this. Day after day, one moment at a time. We owe it to those who do care about us, who love us.
If they are willing to love us and fight for us no matter how we feel, can we do less?
apologies for the rant – it felt good to put this into words – You are the Sky, Wil…. We all are.
I certainly don’t know you in real life but enjoy watching you on my tv for years and have enjoyed following you on social media.I have really been struggling with depression and anxiety for many years and have been at my worst for the past 2 years.It has been so helpful to read your words about your struggle.No one in my life seems to understand and just wants me to “get over it”.It has been so great to read about a celebrity going through the same things I often feel.
I was almost killed by by a hit and run driver a few days ago, Wil.
He ran a red light. I was on my way home from the university.
My car was obliterated, totaled.
My shoulder and neck sprained.
I’m confined to my home for now.
Supported by anti inflammatory and pain medication.
No family. No wife. No children.
I’m battling serious depression.
Having a loving family, fans and friends who adore you means that you’re never alone or a failure.
I hope that their love and the warmth from their hearts will radiate happiness for you all the days of your life.
Today instead of napping, twin Z got out of her bed and destroyed my bookcase. In cleaning the mess I found an obit for a kid I went to school with. I always had a crush on him. I heard he hung himself with a belt from the curtain rod in his bathroom. He was 19. Nineteen years old. I hadn’t thought about him in very long time. I read the obit and the thank you from the funeral. I wondered about him for a moment, what went wrong… Put the papers back in my yearbook and finished cleaning up the scattered books, photos and knick knacks.
Keep going, Wil.
Having had a couple of bad weeks myself, seemingly out of nowhere, after a couple of good months, thank you for sharing.
Please remember that however you feel now, you are the best and the strongest you to deal with it so far. You’ve been through it before, and you know it all too well, so you can kick its ass. I know stories don’t really mention how heroes are super tired after walking for 3 days and 3 nights and fighting along the way, but come on, we all know it. So do your thing.
Hope it gets brighter and lighter soon.
I share and understand your struggle. Last week I lost a friend to Depression. Platitudes don’t help. Pep talks don’t help. Love helps, but is not a cure. Patience helps, buying us the time we need to find our way through each bout of darkness. One of the pervasive themes of my actor’s training is “don’t judge.” We can apply that to the character we portray, the scene, our scene partners, and to others; what’s hardest for us depressed people is to apply it to ourselves. Our character, the content of our hearts, is what defines us. Not our careers, our roles, our accolades. And certainly not the accomplishments of others. Be the best Wil you can be. That is enough. Love, brother.
I’ve been getting my ass handed to me by depression all week, too. I wonder if it’s relayed to the time change. I take medication, but this week, it hasn’t done anything. Wanting and not getting, all of the iniquity of life, existential crises… These things destroy my fragile inner peace, and they crop up many times a day. The people I love don’t understand why I let these things eat at me. “Just stop thinking about it,” they say. If only it were that simple.
I appreciate what you do, and I really wish I knew you and your family because you seem genuinely healthy. And I don’t mean of body, but emotion. Despite the depression that you write about (which I need to do myself – it’s cathartic and helps others to feel less alone), I see flashes of life in your photos and writing. Things that give hope. Things that inspire, entertain, provoke thought. So I thank you, even if others don’t.
I am there myself today on a Friday where you look back and think was it all worth it and then you look ahead and ask will it be worth it – and depression is right there with you telling you it’s lying answer. and you wonder when is the pushing through those lies ever going to stop. I understand.
I did want to ask you Wil. My husband and I both struggle with depression and our mental health. I am very aware of me and how I feel, i believe similar to how you struggle. My husband is not as aware of himself nor that he is depressed. (which makes for a fun time in my house). Do you ever wish you weren’t aware of how you feel and how it feels to those around you? I am not sure if that makes any sense. Sometimes i wish that I didn’t feel anything at all.
Hang in there. You are not alone, we have your hand. Be gentle with yourself.
much love and gentle hugs.
I am so sorry you’re going through this shit right now. Your post reminded me of something I’ve been meaning to do to combat my own Depression. (A thing I’m not in shape to do right now because I think I’m closer to where you are than where I want to be.)
It’s something I want to do the next time I’m at the top of my game–feeling as good as I know I deserve to about the things I’ve created and put out into the world. (Not to mention the things like family and friends, which are also amazetastic, whether I can see it or not.)
Next time I’m up on that sunny hill, I want to write myself a letter. A letter from Happy-E to Depressed-E. I want to remind myself (in language I can only truly capture when I’m in that mental place) how good it’s possible to feel. That even Happy-E has felt shitty and low before. That Happy-E remembers feeling low and thinking that it may never pass. But it did. Again and again. That the hole I sometimes (often) sink into is not a place I stay all the time. “This, too, shall pass.” Etc.
I’m good at cerebrally reminding myself about all the good things (just like the ones you’ve lined out in your blog post). What I’m less good at is remembering that the dark funk won’t last forever. My spouse tries to remind me when I need it. And when he does, it’s usually a minor revelation to think of an easing of the struggle. It mostly doesn’t even occur to me. But I know that revelation would mean more coming from myself.
So that’s a goal I’m setting for myself. As I said, I’m not in a place to write that letter now, but I suppose someday I will be. (Too bad I don’t have that letter to read already.)
Not sure if that’s a thing that would be helpful for you. Regardless, thanks for this post. Without it, I might never have gotten around to doing this little thing for myself. And sometimes these little things are pretty big down the road, so I suspect I’ll be thanking you for this for years to come.
This sounds like a cliche but it does get better. That chokehold that depression has you in right now will be released.
You will breathe again. Create more stuff. Write really cool things. Give yourself a break. Be kind. Let yourself be loved by your wonderful wife, sons & your many good friends.
Best thoughts.
When i read your thoughts on Depression and how it affects you, i can never help but feel how similar it is to my experience. I have not been diagnosed, and I still sorta fight the idea that i might have depression. I know i have general Anxiety which is super weird because it comes on very suddenly from just kinda whenever. My biggest struggle with both of these is very similar to what you describe. I have a fairly great life. its not exactly what i want, but on the order of 1st world problems that lots of people would be glad to switch with me. So my struggle is just the rational part of my brain going no, no, no, fuck all that shit. Nothing is wrong. And then the other part going but see this…remember this thing…and how about this. Over the course of time i think i have tracked the reason I get these feelings down to seeing all the injustice and suffering in the world and knowing I cant just fix it, even though i feel like it would be so easy. I feel like reading the things you write and speak about that maybe you are similarly affected. But who knows…could be completely different.
I always use these songs to get me through the worst times.
We are all that we are by angels and airwaves.
and Iridescent by linkin Park.
I imagine youre not a huge linkin park fan, and probably havent heard of Angels and airwaves. But those songs always help me remember that even though the world is sometimes ugly, Its not always ugly, and Im just one person who does the best he can.
Hope next week is better man!
Jason