“Take it easy.” “Don’t be so hard on yourself.” “You’re human.”
Random platitudes…tossed out like candy, easy to say, and the people who say them feel like they are helping.
Of course, in this darkness, it is difficult to be helped and reach out for help. And to see the truth that there may be in a particular platitude.
One of the things that makes us human, I think, is the dichotomy of yearning to achieve perfection while simultaneously knowing that it is inachievable.
And for the most part, it is a good thing. Provided that you manage to balance the striving for perfection with actual action towards achieving what you set out to do.
The problem is, in the lies that depression tells you, one of them echoes saying that unless you achieve perfection you are worthless.
Another lie, is that you are more of the problem than the solution…that people will be better off without you in their lives.
And those are the lies that I am trying to spark a rage against…But for now, I will settle for grim defiance.