So I ask them to play a game w/ me, anyone around me, b/c games are fun and everyone likes to have fun.
I know I like fun. It is always a good distraction, joy.
Joy, and that I am trying to enjoy human connection.
But really when I ask to play a game I’m asking for help.
Help to focus on anything else but the intrusive thoughts that consume my brain.
Its often the middle of any social interaction I get halted all productivity b/c my thoughts race an infinite treadmill of death and discouragement.
At a minimum I have to remind myself everyday 3xs a day that life is supposed to be enjoyed.
That life is happening for me and not to me.
So lets play a game, any game
Tic tac toe, chess, or brain teasers.
Anything to stimulate my mind enough to avoid the really hard thoughts from slipping through the cracks w/ any other goal but to self destruct.
Because my brain tells me to die everyday but lucky for me I’m too stubborn for my own good and I will never let depression win
Because there’s always another game to play and it's okay to lean on others to play games with you.
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