I often wonder if depression is the universe’s way of avenging those you’ve hurt.
All the lows and moments of endlessness are a reflection of each of the persons you’ve had impacted negatively on your life. Then I think that there is no way I have hurt this many people.
What a presumptuous thing for me to think. Just like my own depression, everyone deals with problems and levels of strife differently. I am no one to judge how someone was affected no more than anyone else has the right to say how I should react.
Reflecting back on all the relationships that I’ve had and measuring up them against my own sadness I feel, I can see how it’s about even.