The Bloody Doors Off

I was talking to a friend today who is going through their own issues. And as much as I want to help them, all I can really offer is an ear to listen. At one point I was going to say “you only get out of life what you put in”, but didn’t. Because it wasn’t what they needed to hear.

But while I was out, ruminating on what I’ve been dealing with, I’ve realized it kind of applies to me. Not that I’ve been half-assing it on purpose, When you’re fighting depression and anxiety, among other things, it can make doing shit near impossible some days. But “you only get out of life what you put in” is a good mantra, even on the dark days. Because maybe on a day I’m struggling to get out of bed I can think “put in the effort to get up and go for a walk”. And who knows what that walk will provide? Fresh air? Yeah. Exercise? Sure. And maybe more. Because it might twig an idea for a story. (It spurred some pretty awesome Song for Rachel rewrites.) Or remind me to pick up bloody lightbulbs. Or I dunno. Maybe someone will smile at me, and I’ll smile back and that will brighten my mood, and that will make me feel better through the rest of the day and into tomorrow, where I get more done.

You only get out of life what you put in. I like that.