My friends, I’m not going to lie to you: Life seems mighty hard lately. It’s not an illusion: life is hard for all of us. But these last few weeks have been the most difficult I’ve experienced in ages, with one work crisis or health debacle after the next.
These moments used to give me cravings for dark, quiet rooms with a bed or couch, where I could binge eat, smoke, drink and sleep — in that order. But I’ve been through too much to go back to that kind of life. In the grip of depression, it can be hard not to go back there. But my depression can’t do that to me anymore. So there’s only one thing left to do.
I need to show up for my wife and kids. I need to show up for work. I need to show up for everything — the good and the bad.
I can stumble over my addictive impulses and overwork myself until I’m burnt to a crisp. But when, despite it all, I still show up, my demons lose.
If you’ve been through a rough patch like me, that’s my advice:
Your demons will hate that, but those who matter will love you for it.