Sometimes, usually deep in my depressive episodes, I have to visualize something. I picture myself in a thick jungle, with heavy rain pouring down. And off in the distance, on a high hill, I can make out a figure. It's future-me. That gargoyle is in the warm sunshine, and he's waving back at me. He's telling current-me to keep going, because eventually, current-me will get to be where he is, and it will all be worth it. And he won't be able to thank current-me enough for slogging through it.
Lex
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