Sometimes I exhaust myself, and need a bit of a time out… But that results in me getting depressed. I think of depression as when I’m running on an empty tank for too long. I have no more energy left to feel.
I end up way tired, and stressed out. At worst (knock on wood) it ends up screwing up my sleeping patterns, and me taking to my bed, rather than checking out entirely.
Personally, I don’t think that ‘giving up on life’ – which I’m assuming is a pretty euphemism for suicide – is an option for me. For starters, the world doesn’t begin and end with me. There are other people to consider. Just because I’m having a shitty time, doesn’t mean I should take it out on everyone else.
Despite the fact that yes. Everything is all about me. And the sun, and the moon, rise and set on my personal say-so.