Don't be scared to tell someone that the hole is calling you. They won't define you by it and they likely can help show you some nicer warrens to spend your time on
Not an actual hole, as much as it felt like sometimes. Stupid depression claimed quite a bit of me, my relationships, my time, and after hiding for what felt like only a few days but turned out to be nearly fifteen years, it's rough trying to come back out and sheepishly reconnect with people I once knew. Who once knew me.
They've gone out and got married and started families and that stupid bit of our brains says: "You know why they managed to do that? Because you got out of their way. You were holding them back. You left and look how successful and happy they are."
It says: "The best thing you can do is hide away again."
It says: "The kindest thing you can do is leave them alone."
It says: "They never reached out to you either."
As enticing as the hole looks, we've got to resist the urge to crawl back into it.
Don't be scared to tell someone that the hole is calling you. They won't define you by it and they likely can help show you some nicer warrens to spend your time on
Resist the hole, find one or two people that really understand you and pick some hobby that you share with them and put some time into it. Life is too short to spend standing in the bottom of the hole looking up at the bright sunlight above it.