He’s just not spongeworthy

I’m burned out.  I tried to suck it up and drive on.  It’s instinctual for me to force myself to function regardless of how I’m feeling.  I feel poorly.  I’m overwhelmed, and the Depression Monster is beating me about the face and neck.  I’m going to grab my depression box, and do what I know I need to do to get past this spot.  I’ve relied too heavily on running as a single coping skill.  I need to force myself to use my other skills that took years for me to build.  I refuse to be a casualty to the chemical warfare going on in my brain.  I know I can feel better than this.  I deserve to feel better than this.

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