“Let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself—nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.” — Franklin Delano Roosevelt.

Repeated depressive episodes, over many years, takes a toll on you that is beyond comprehension, because there is no apparent escape from it.

With repetition, you get to a point where it seems to feel almost a default level of living; to feel down/low and anxious ‘most’ of the time.

To feel just ‘ok’ for a period of time would be more than welcome; any relief to break the vicious cycle.

I’ve always feared the inevitable next depression, because I know I’m susceptible to it as history has thus shown me.

I’ve been seemingly paralysed with fear for far too long.

However, I’m here writing this post; when last year I genuinely feared that I might not be.

I’m now slowly trying to advance, rather than retreat.