The Lows Were Lower Than Low

I was going through a spiraling depression… The lows were lower than low, deep down in the depths of darkness. I couldn’t get it together. I couldn’t figure out how to feel anything other than hopeless.

Adult, Human, A, Movement, Woman

I scrapped seven paintings, stared at my cursor when I tried to write, and struggled to even talk or answer the phone. Getting dressed, showered, and outside was another challenge. Nothing mattered.

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