To make a long story short, this project is just another crazy bet I’m taking against all reasonable odds. It may or it may not succeed. It’s still in a very early stage. I already received tons of support from hundreds of people (many of them are already residents in Connect Hub) but the road is young, there’s a lot more to be done. If you want to contribute to this project, just go ahead and make your contribution here:
Also, if you’re on my blog for the first time, you will understand more about this project if you’ll read these two posts too:
Running For My Life - from zero to ultramarathoner
The spooky thing about depression is that it sneaks in. There aren’t really trumpets and loud voices announcing: “Hail, hail, this is depression entering the room, all rise!” Nope. It’s slow, silent, creepy. It doesn’t even look like depression. It starts with small isolation thoughts like: “Maybe I shouldn’t get out today, I just don’t feel like going out”. And then it does the same next day. And then the day after that and so on. And then it starts to whisper louder and louder in your ears: “Why would you go outside, you loser? Didn’t have enough yet? Want more people to make fun of how much of a big, fat loser you are?”
And then you start to breath in guilt and shame, instead of air. Every breathe you take is putting more dark thoughts into your body.
Until you get stuck. You can’t move anymore. At all.
If you want to know how I got out of this space, eventually, check out my latest book on Amazon and Kindle.