Lying half-awake early this morning I realized something.

I’ve struggled (hard) with depression my entire life, since I was about 8.

That’s not what I realized. That’s not news.

What I was realized is that one day it’s going to win.

There is absolutely no doubt in my mind about this. It’s not because I don’t try. I’ve been trying for more than 30 years. It’s because I’m finite, human, can only be in one place at a time, and get tired. It, on the other hand, is infinite, eternal, omnipotent, and omnipresent. It has never been a fair fight.