I do not accept my depression when it occurs. As I am biploar the “down side” is only a singular aspect of my kaleidescopic emotional world. I generally fight my depression with myriad of tools I have learned over the years.
Oh it can’t be avoided of course, the pain, but it can be distracted from & detracted from. I tend towards a flighty attention span so find I can distract sometimes for hours. I can also refuse to wallow and sink into the pain by reaching out to friends, exercising, writing, drawing, reading; I can detract from its affect. Does it always work, no. But is it worth it for me to try and struggle against it, always.
Thing is, when I come out the other side I am left with fresh layers of gratitude at what a really great life I have.
The despair, the overwhelming sense of bleak lonliness, the crippling sense of loss,the flooding waves if pain; these are all aspects if my depression phase. They are fragments of my rich, diverse and complicated emotional framework.
I experience life in a way most people will never comprehend, could never imagine. It is not good or bad, it simply is.
But no single piece is me for I myself am no single piece.
I am living, not surviving and inspite of my set backs I am fully functional.