Times like this make you realise why you had depression in the first place
Times like this also holds you accountable for everything bad because life is about suffering
Brings back a particular memory with my Father:
Me: Why were we born as human beings?
Dad: Because we get to think, and thus make choices.
Me: But I don’t want to think and make choices.
Dad: This is your destiny. Imagine being able to think (as animals do) yet not being physically capable of manifesting thoughts.
Me: But I’m tired. I’m not made to think or make choices. Especially the right ones. I don’t have enough resilience to see them through or believe that these choices will turn out, one day, to be good choices.
Dad: You’ll learn, and you’ll see for yourself that your values are pretty alright. You’re still young, my girl.