| Is this the prize for having learned how not to cry
What is it supposed to feel like to be an adult? What is it like to not have a mental illness?
Every morning when I wake up, I have to make the conscious decision to get out of bed, to take a shower, to go to work, to do with the stress and challenges in my life with appropriate coping methods - the things that responsible adults do. Even when my depression isn't completely out of control, I am always aware of the power I hold over whether or not my life goes to the hell today or next year or whenever.
Earlier this year I stopped fighting the depression, stopped getting out of bed, and am now dealing with the consequences at my job. The ~5 weeks I took off suddenly weigh more heavily on people on than my previous decade of spotless service.
Do other people have to make this same choice every day? Does it ever become automatic?
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