When I get to a really low point, I tend to hate everything. I hate my job. I hate life in general. Most of all, I hate myself.
I spend some time wallowing (what’s depression without a good wallow?), but at some point when I’m looking at my life and seeing nothing worthwhile, a little voice in my head asks me this question.
So what are you gonna do about it?
I don’t know what that voice is, or why I have it and some people I know don’t. But I’m pretty sure that little voice is the main reason I’m still here.