Weight, whether physical, mental, or spiritual, can become damagingly heavy. If not handled with care, the damage will spread to every other part of the body.
I was on the phone with a friend, a few days ago, and he said, ” You sound better, like as if you attended a funeral of a loved one who is no longer seriously suffering. It’s a sound of relief.” What an epiphany. I am relieved.
Depression is an illness in and of itself. There’s so much that it encompasses that; sometimes, it’s difficult to differentiate between it and the toxicity of another person (particularly one who’s active in our lives!).
Over and over, I gave chances. Lots of people, like me, do. There does come a point, though, that we say enough. It’s the point when there’s nothing left to give. It’s the point when the whole idea just feels painful. It’s the point when everything said sounds like a personal attack. INFJs are such giving people. They give entirely too many changes.
When I’m done, I’m done. The chapter had ended. The door has been closed, locked, and sealed. The weight has come off. Those who love you, would try their best to prevent you from feeling so weighed down…
That’s my thoughts on the matter anyway.