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Well, if you add a nihilistic approach: but we’re all going to die.
variations on a theme of…
recovery doesn’t make a difference,
recovery is neither better nor worse, just different
“recovery” time/energy/terror/difficulty without getting better, would be awful ~ variation on an Albert Ellis quote
recovering internally, terror or difficulty without recovering externally is worse.
Trust me, recovery does matter, and it is better. You might not feel as good as you did before you became depressed, but it beats being depressed by leaps and bounds.
I really like this one, thank you.
I really needed to see this tonight. I’m starting on the terrifying road of recovery and keep wondering if its worth it.
Recovery? What’s that? 🙁
Is it? I mean, it doesn’t even last…
It is hard, scarey, rough, and temporary. Just feels like false hope… When I crash again it is worse because I know the difference…
I don’t understand how recovery can even be a thing. I’ve been diagnosed with depression since I was 4 years old. There is no recovery. There are just periods of time when I’m not as depressed.
I don’t see recovery as a destination, I see it as self-management. Recovery is just getting some distance between you and the hole.