Josh Vs. Depression: Day 68

Josh Vs. Depression: Day 68

I don’t want tattoos. Giving me a tattoo is like putting a tattoo on Eeyore. Not even the awesomeness of a flaming skull french-kissing a predator can eclipse the overall mood.
Depression is still depression, no matter how ornate the tramp stamp.

People don’t like to be around me when I’m depressed. That explains the meaning of any “be yourself” cat poster – if you be yourself, you will not be alone – as long as you have the cat.

It’s exhausting pretending to be happy. It’s too bad my Fitbit can’t count all the bald-faced lies.

It’s very exhausting pretending to be happy. For other people, loneliness is a plague. For me, it’s a vacation (as well as a plague – see how I find the silver lining and then not find it?!)

I’m getting older, so my perspective is changing. I think I finally understand what wisdom is. (Fatigue.)

Depression causes me to make bad diet choices. It takes an ENORMOUS amount of personal joy and happiness to commit to kale.

Depression prevents me from being with people. And that’s why I want to continue to be depressed.

It’s times like these when I like to use some of my favorite inspirational quotes:

“Try back tomorrow. My plate is too full today.” – God

“I dunno.” – Confucius

“Imagination is more important than knowledge. Oh, by the way, I’m kind of racist.” – Einstein

“What problem?” – designer of the Leaning Tower of Pisa

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