I came across an article on depression while browsing through my Facebook feed, and it certainly reflects how I feel, my exact sentiments of depression described in words and sentences I have trouble forming. I realise I am still trying to fight depression, and it’s a tiring struggle. I’m fighting against myself. I don’t deny that I have depression. I admit that I am depressed. I don’t feel happy about my life and my self. In fact, I feel useless. To be honest, I don’t like who I am, and I’m struggling to love myself and my body. We live in a society where having a skinny body is ideal. I’m not skinny. I’m fleshy, and I don’t like that. My thighs jiggle when I walk. I weigh 63kg, and my weight is steadily increasing. I exercise to get my mind off things but I stop after ten minutes of jogging. I lack motivation. I want to lose weight but the friends whom I consider as close friends aren’t there to exercise with me.
So when I came across this article (click here), it hit me in the head that I should do something about my life. Something more meaningful. (:
Drop me a message of encouragement if you see this post. Am going through a rough period, and it’s a tough struggle.
Cheers! Have a good evening everyone.