The thing about depression is that it covers a person in a darkness so dark that there is no light at the end of the tunnel. It is all encompassing. It feels heavy. When this hits me, I sometimes panic. I can’t see a way out. I claw and I grasp at anything that will give me a little light.
Unfortunately, I’ve taken alcohol as a way out, too much. This last time, I broke my leg.
This is my solemn oath to never drink again. I know I’ve said that before, and I’ve nodded and agreed when other people told me not to drink.
This is it.
Day #3 of the rest of my life, in recovery.