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guilty depression
It's 1:30am on a Monday morning and I get to be up in 5 hours for work. That's all.
I don't have cancer. Nor does anyone in my family. No-one close to me has died, I'm not in the middle of a troublesome pregnancy, I've never miscarried a child. I don't have to scrape to make ends meet, and if I do, it's only for a little while. I don't have chronic fatigue, coeliac's or diabetes.
There's nothing 'wrong' with my life from the outside.
Hence, guilty depression - the universe telling me that my life is fine and I have no damn right to be depressed or to ask for support, encouragement, or succour.
I don't have cancer. Nor does anyone in my family. No-one close to me has died, I'm not in the middle of a troublesome pregnancy, I've never miscarried a child. I don't have to scrape to make ends meet, and if I do, it's only for a little while. I don't have chronic fatigue, coeliac's or diabetes.
There's nothing 'wrong' with my life from the outside.
Hence, guilty depression - the universe telling me that my life is fine and I have no damn right to be depressed or to ask for support, encouragement, or succour.