Blåhaj PieFed[Venting] I wish I could go back
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Back to before the depression. Back to when I loved myself unconditionally. When there was only the here and now. I’m tired, angry and ashamed at being this way. How I wish that it was as easy as the ignorant people often say: walk it off. I’d walk to the ends of the earth if that was the case.
Vent over. Nite.
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I also wish I could go back. But I remember that going back also means regressing to a younger mindset where I knew less and was far more immature. But just to see how I would feel if I could get to that 10 year old me who didn’t know depression or anxiety would be bliss.
I agree. I wouldn’t want to give up the wisdom that I spent years cultivating. But I also feel, that ignorance was bliss. The dichotomy of ignorance…