Fleeting Moments Do Pass.

Lately I have begun to get bad again. The depression is back. There, I said it, happy!? I'm really not sure why it's back but it is and I intend on killing it like all the other times. They say that acceptance is one of the first steps in being able to get over anything but who knows. Maybe even the final stage of grieving but if this is the final stage of grieving I have a miserable life ahead of me.

I don't want this. I don't want any of this. 

Over the past 3 or so weeks when I was bad one good thing has come from all of this. I am contemplating getting professional help. Yes, a psych. A friend of mine sees one and after opening up to him he thinks maybe it will be good for me to see one too.

I don't know. I still feel weird about it but if it can help he get over this then I will be more than willing to actually give it a shot. 

I am tired of being this down. This defeated. I want to be normal. All the time. Not only for a couple weeks at a time of whatever. 

I think I need help.