Fuck depression

February has been shit.  It's also been really good.  Some things that happen to me are my own fault and some aren't.  I can no longer dwell on any of it because it only pushes me back into lifelessness, back into my depression.  The all consuming monster that is my depression can no longer define me or determine how I go into each day and each situation.  My anxiety is a product of my mind and I need to be stronger than who I think I am to overcome it.  I need to live as the person I want to be and appreciate what I've gone through, good or bad, but not let it hold me back from moving forward.  I'm tired of this shit but I'm more tired and pissed off that I'm just laying in it.