Every morning, I wake up with a heavy heart. Depression has been my companion since high school, and while I've grown used to it, it never gets easier. I drag myself to work, a place I hate, because life seems like a never-ending cycle of unfairness. I’ve tried to improve my situation, put in the effort, but nothing seems to change. Every step forward, life pulls me two steps back. Bad luck? Maybe. Or just the way the world works.
I used to take antidepressants. They helped, sort of, but they came with a price—sleeping at my desk, groggy during meetings. It wasn’t long before I had to stop, as work life and pills just didn’t mix. Now, I’m trying to get used to this grind, pushing through each day, hoping that one of the online projects I’m working on will finally free me from this cycle.
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