“.…we fight rather to keep something alive than in the expectation that anything will triumph.” — T. S. Eliot
You might not see it looking at them, but they are fighting a brutal psychological internal battle.
Fighting to keep ourselves alive, when pretty much everything else in our lives feels against us. This it self is enough to warrant being called a ‘continuous triumph’; however, we don’t acknowledge the triumph as it’s continually suffocated by the oppression of depression.
There’s no ‘expectant triumph’; we simply feel we don’t deserve it.
Will we ever be free of having to fight for just a bit of internal peace, to feel some calm rather than a continuous storm and barrage of: self doubt, self loathing, apathy, exhaustion, frustration, sadness, terror, anxiety, etc.
To survive a gruelling depressive episode feels more like a miracle; not a ‘triumph’. But it’s a win, and we will inevitably accept it as very well deserved.
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