I am fucking pissed at myself.

Fuck depression. Fuck its ass with a narwhal horn.

Fucking thread.

Fuck!

I'm so fucking pissed.

I used to be a fucking warrior champion. I'd get these bouts of depression and my whole body would say "give up" and I'd be like "fuck you" and go run up hills for an hour until I felt like a fucking god and then go home and give my wife nine orgasms then cook a goddamn meal

And I'd get insomnia a lot but I'd fucking power through goddammit. I would power through it like a motherfucking bulldozer. Not one atom of my body wanted to move but motherfuckers I would move as an act of sheer defiance. Like a great big fuck you to every depressed part of me.

I'd write every week. Every fucking week producing work. And I had all these fucking visions for the future in my head.

We got a 700 dollar running stroller for my baby when we were expecting. Was gonna keep on powering through. Ran my last marathon two weeks after finding out I was gonna be a dad. Then stopped. Never ran with that stroller. Just got more stressed and instead of coming at it...

...I fucking caved at some point. What the fuck? Now I'm in maybe the worst health in my life. Can't even take my kid outside to play I'm so fucked up in my body and my head. And it's like...I had no idea it was this bad until I laced up my runners tonight and ran. In the dark.

No fucking more. I ain't having this shit. Fuck this. It ain't me. Fuck my depression and fuck my anxiety and fuck my torn up lungs and fuck all this shitty stuff weighing me down and fuck my fucked up brain. Fuck!

You motherfuckers are about to see some shit go down.

Fuck!