Depression
- dMbOndemand dMbOnDemand

- Feb 8
- 1 min read
I get these moments where I replay scenarios from my past. But it is not like watching a movie. It consumes me. It is like I am transported back to whatever scene I am imagining and I am fully present in it.
I lose track of reality and all I can see, smell, and hear is the memory. And they are never good. It is always when I made the worst choices someone could make in a predicament. When I snap out of it, the loud cyclical thought is that I have always chosen to say or do the absolute worst thing when it came right down to it.
But whatever I said or whatever I did was not the worst option anyone could have ever picked.
Except one.
Choosing us.
If I have done nothing else right in this world, at least I chose where to invest my love correctly. It is safe, cared for, and nurtured. It alone outshines the negative light of every bad choice I have ever made.
When the memories come for me, that is the rope I grab.
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