I have to be ok with not being ok. Acceptance and all that bullshit. That's one of the hardest parts, especially since I struggle to accept that I'm depressed at all. Despite diagnoses, despite obvious signs, despite the fact I have known this for years without properly facing it.
Talking about it with others helps, though that's another struggle altogether - being open about being crazy. I've done a bit of that this weekend and it's exhausting. And seems to have no effect on quieting my mind or resolving my thoughts.
But it has to be good for me, right? Everyone says it is and they can't be wrong. I hope one day to notice the benefits.