So today was kind of shit. I had plans to meet up with this guy I had been chatting with on Tinder. I was hoping to make a new friend since Im living in a new city and don’t know anyone. Long story short, he bailed and was a complete asshole about it. And as any of you out there who are loners will know, I went and began going though all the thoughts in my head:
Why does this always happen to me?
What is wrong with me?
Am I too ugly to have friends?
Too weird to have friends?
Am I just a complete loser?
Will I ever have friends?
and blah blah blah, you spiral deep down into a hole that seems unbeatable.
But then I was like, you know what? No. Fuck this bullshit. Im not falling prey to depression right now. I just moved to Cambridge, I will not let that happen.
So I got off my ass and went to a coffee shop (oh oh oh by the way, its nighttime right now and its the middle of January, and its cold and rainy… so i really DID NOT want to get off my moping ass and walk outside) But I did. I brought my new Bill Nye book, my journal, and my laptop and I told myself I was going to get a nice tea on a cold night.
And I actually feel way better. I feel like a functioning real member of society, whereas if I was in my room in my bed right now id probably feel fat, lazy, detached, miserable, and like an eternal outcast.
And you know, there are tons of studies that say this is a great way to fight depression. Simply by going out and doing something… ANYTHING, really. The goal is to keep yourself from becoming a prisoner to your pain and misery. The more you sit in your room and fester, the more you’re going to only have the energy to sit in your room and fester.
here is a helpful link to give you some more advice:
Alright people, keep up the good work because your lives matter and you’re worth it!
~ The Dark Horse