Sometimes It’s The Only Question That Matters

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.

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