I'm starting to understand why depression and anxiety are considered disabilities.  They are chronic conditions that have to be managed.  I have good days and then I will have a day where I am again eaten alive by the pain.  The intangible pain that has no beginning and seemingly no ending.

There is no one that can take this pain away.  Maybe the loneliness is is tearing about my heart.  It seems like even though I am doing everything  right, it will always be the struggle.  I am on medication, but there are still symptoms.  Maybe it is about just keeping going the best that I can.

I'm tired of fighting it today.

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