Exercise is the one thing that my mind allows me to do without getting in the way. I manage to push myself most of the time and finish what I set out to do. If I don’t I hate myself a bit more for the rest of that day, no matter what else I’ve done.
I’m still trying to get to grips with the way depression works on my self-image and worth. It doesn’t seem to be ending anytime soon. But I know that some others don’t even have the energy to leave their beds, less say exercise. It’s just my struggle right now.
Huff, puff, blow it all down!
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