Anxiety and depression are a curious mix.
On one hand anxiety sets the pace for the mind firing on all cylinders; latching on to the smallest details that in the end do not matter in the slightest to anyone but yourself.
On the other hand depression it has fleeting thoughts of worthlessness, the inability to motivate much, and the feeling of — “does it all matter anyway?”
The two combined are ruthless and take no prisoners.
I have suffered them for most of my life. Thankfully both are in remission now because I take a combination of supplements and have the will to train my mind into thinking differently.
This is not as easy as one may think and you will need help from someone were you ever to take on these challenges.
Luckily, exceptionally, I have a willing wife that sits beside me and has talked me through it for most of the sixteen years we have been together.
It has not been easy for her, but she has willingly chose this path for the betterment of both our lives. She helps me with the mental side, I help her with the physical side.
In a sense, we complete one another.
My friends before I became a married man were always saying things to me along the lines of:
“You worry too much, Raymond”
And yet, they were not wrong; they were completely right.
I worried, constantly, incessantly, and was depressed by it. My anxiety was essentially stopping me from making any real progress in life and because of that I became sad and depressed.
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