Ok, this is where I get sick of myself, sick of my own existence and sick of life itself.
Please don’t take that the wrong way. I’m not suicidal. Even the very thought is abhorrent to me. It’s just that I’m losing hope. And I hate it.
Every single day, feeling low. Every single day, having no direction. Every single day, thinking that my life has no meaning. It’s hard not to look back and envision the different paths my life could have taken, the different decisions I could have made.
However, there’s no point to looking back. I can only plow forward. I have no intention of giving up. It’s just not in my nature to do so. But I have no direction, even for photography, the one hobby I’ve wanted to make a career out of the most. How do I keep going when I truly don’t know what I want to do and where to go from here? All I can do is just try to get any job and see where it leads.
The other prevailing thought in my head today is that I have some major cleaning up to do in my life, starting with my bedroom. It’s probably the one thing that I look at every morning when I wake up that gets me immediately feeling down. Papers and crap everywhere. This will be dealt with this weekend.
Ending on a good note, I applied to two jobs today, cleaned up the kitchen more, worked on and posted another panoramic photo I wanted to complete and did some laundry. It’s important to try to keep doing things when you’re going through dysthymia and chronic depression. It keeps the mind from being bogged down and focused on something. Just like posting this entry on my blog keeps the last entry, the last really low point in the blog, from being the top entry.
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming…








