What I learned from years of high functioning depression, anxiety, and low self-esteem

Hey, Cristian, I might as well as be writing this, so thank you, cos I just spared a lot of time and energy lol

Affirmations, I say “I love you” sometimes, in the mirror, too, but what I am noticing and find it amazing, it’s me calling my Self, “love”, when talking alone at home. “Ok, love, let’s do this, let’s try this”. Never been the case before, even when I had a companionship, like a partner, who called me “sweetheart” and didn’t mean it half a second. He just needed someone to call that way, and I was on the way. The time you get to this, calling you “love”, (well, amore, in my case), I guess it’s the right time for me to say “I’m good”.

Great to meet you 🙂

Cristian Mihai

Disclaimer: this is going to be a long and (somewhat) harsh post about certain realities of life most of us are trying to evade by all means possible.

I am not writing this post out of empathy. I am not writing this post because I read some articles and now I am trying to pass along the knowledge.

I am writing this article because I understand.

I understand the difference between the burning pain of suffering deeply and the general apathy and hopelessness of depression. The emptiness. The lack of interest, joy, passion. I understand the despair, the loneliness, the reluctance to discuss about it all, the very fatiguing job of hiding it all behind a smile, or an “I’m fine” delivered in the worst way possible.

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