Hi, I'M Sillybilly and I'M a Miserable Sob

The most difficult part is getting out of bed, to face another day you will already knowingly dread. The next hardest thing is not to sit around and do nothing, or you will find yourself lost in your head where you should not be dwelling. All your lost loved ones, all your misery, lost hopes, your failures, life's anxieties, every single one of your most traumatic tragedies, are your every thought, every moment constantly. When you can't take anymore of all this non stop crap in your head, you must distract yourself from this feeling of wishing you were dead, but the only thing you can think of to do instead, is to get off your self loathing ass and go back to bed, and that getting up and returning to bed becomes a redundant rotation, that goes on and on never unbroken. That's not only it's symptoms everyone, that is also the true definition of chronic depression, but all is not lost, suicide should never be an option. There are and always will be a great variable of solutions. That's the next hardest part, finding those solutions can be very frustrating, and can drive you to the point of ultimately surrendering. Just never quit, never stop fighting, because if you do, you accomplish absolutely nothing, other than to remain in this dark world known as Depression. I may not be happy, but I do have my moments of joy occasionally, and that in itself is worth my fight against chronic depression for me. Hey, we are all going to die inevitably. All you chronic depressed suicidal types will all be depression free eternally, so my question to all of you is, "What's your freaking hurry?" Everyone meets that destination eventually. I fight my depression as if it were a worthy adversary, someone who could have been my friend, but ended up my enemy. I know it sounds crazy, but it works for me. Hi, I'm SillyBilly and I'm a miserable SOB.