When I was younger, I was a peer counselor… It was a really cool program that was never used. But, it did mean that I got some really cool training.
We learned how to empathize and how to mirror to our peers. I remember one day we were learning about depression.. They said it was like a deep hole.. that we slowly were going into. And, it would get worse over time, but it really wouldn’t feel as bad as when the person tried to get back out. The wall at the end of the pit that needed to be mounted to get out and back to “normal” is overwhelming, and steep, and can feel helpless.
That was the worst part of depression. Or, at least that’s what I was taught.
I remind myself of that when it feels really, really bad that it is me trying to climb. It’s me seeing the hole that I am in.
I went back to the gym yesterday. First time in a really long time! And it felt good.