I have been down for the past couple of days. Depression does that – it’s a roller coaster of emotions that come and go, and you’re the only one there to feel them.
What started it was seeing that my ex-husband and his new girlfriend are now living together. Not that I want him back, or want to be with him in any sort of way. But he told me that he would always be there for me, and told me that we would always be together, in sickness and in health. But what he really meant was, in health, and then when the going gets tough, he will get going. Why didn’t he fight for me?
Then, the man I had been dating for the past year, called me this morning because I sent him a text last night hinting that I was upset. I told him, “This is hard, and I miss you”, to which he responded, “I know, and I miss you too, but we can’t be talking like this anymore”. Why won’t he fight for me?
Then, as I was about to turn back over in bed, and spend the next 12 hours crying and feeling sorry for myself, and feeding my depression, a thought popped into my head: YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE THAT WILL FIGHT FOR YOU.
So today, I am going to fight for myself.
You should fight for you, too.