Originally Posted by Stayingsassy

I love going to the gym. Love. It.

My gym is awesome because it has bouldering and I get to climb walls like a little kid. That, and I can’t pull out of my depressive episodes; which are frequent and intense, without exercise. Exercise and the love of my husband and kids. Unfortunately, I’ve tried antidepressants and they all make me feel like a zombie. Exercise is my prescription. I have to do it. I don’t always want to, especially when I’m sinking in my familiar black hole. But it works.