Same depression, different year.
I’ve lost perspective. I feel like I’m dressed in it, swimming in it, breathing it. There is not enough room to move past it. It’s like I’m in a trench filled with it, and the only way forward is through it. Six years and I don’t see an end to it.
I am on medication for it; it has been tweaked and changed many times. My therapist moved and then the COVID pandemic put finding a new one on hold.
Every day is the same routine, there is security and safety in it, but I also feel trapped in it, like a bug in amber, as time moves past.