Living with depression I have times when I lack the necessary psychological, emotional, and physical strength to face the day. Getting out of bed feels like the equivalent of scaling Mount Everest. I know it sounds bizarre and weak to some but this is often my reality. I'm not being lazy or feeling sorry for myself. Those who really know me can attest to my work ethic and character.
Since I moved to Chicago last September my biggest struggle has been to get out on the weekends, meet people, and make it to church every Sunday. After surviving the week I often crash. It's really frustrating. There are weekends where I succeed in doing something in the city, making it to church, and seeing friends but it's sporadic at best. The energy and strength to be consistent are what I'm trying to find. I'm grateful for tomorrows.
Photograph by Sati Faulks