That’s the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it’s impossible to ever see the end. The fog is like a cage without a key. — Elizabeth Wurtzel
Some days are just like moving through a fog…looking for direction, no map, no google, no gps. No one hears your silent cry for help because you don’t want to bother anyone with your silly troubles. You just don’t believe you are worth it.
And where did this fog come from? I don’t remember there being any fog. It reminds me of camping on the coast of Maine… trying to put up the tent and this thick white fog started rolling in between the pine trees. It was like a horror movie, we could hardly see each other just ten feet apart, and we struggled to communicate and coordinate getting the tent poles adjusted to raise the tent before dark. The thick white fog was strange and disturbing at the same time, provoking some anxiety on my part.
The fog of Depression doesn’t roll in rapidly, it is very slow-moving and creeps up on you. You don’t even realize it’s there until you are completely disoriented. Making decisions is difficult, so each day drags on painfully. You never feel you have accomplished anything, so self-esteem remains low. You have to find some way to see clearly to function again. It’s the only way to survive the fog.