Silent, little slips.
And before you know it, those 15 more minutes it takes to get to sleep, or to wake up in the morning becomes chronic insomnia, and you can't get to sleep without a couple of drinks, or a pill. You've stopped eating, anorexia they call it. But nobody notices because you've stopped going out all together. You've isolated yourself. And that one more drink becomes day drinking, or binge drinking. Self-medicating. Alcoholism.
I used to think I was pretty good at self regulating. Noticing the little things that indicated I was getting depressed again. And taking the proper steps to fix it. I was wrong. Not because I'm not strong enough, or smart enough.
But because it's difficult.
Silent.
And some of the smallest slips.
Something bad happens, you break up with your significant other, your car breaks down, you get sick, your friends get busy, you get busy, you have a cash crunch, bills pile up. And getting sad about these things is okay. It's normal, and natural.
But afterwards, you need to recover. And always, you need to take care of yourself. Regular meals, regular sleep, regular social interactions.
Combat the silent slip into depression with the vocal cry for help.
The intentional step up.
Be silent no longer.
And climb back up.
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