My Two Cents’ Worth of Depression
Why should you have to explain to anybody what it’s like to deal with depression? How do you even begin to describe the anguish and humbling emotions that torment you during an episode? It’s a double-edged sword. On one hand you would like people to know how your feeling during the day, and on the other hand you don’t want to hear their condescending remarks, like, “Everyone goes through the same kind of feelings and functions just fine.”
So begins a life of swimming in two directions trying to passify loved ones and pretend everything is ok. If you hold your feelings in for too long they will eventually come pouring out in a rage of lava.
Thank God for medication. Thank God for the comfort from other people who suffer with depression too. Thank God for the ability, drive and motivation to never give up and to always push forward knowing there will always be sorrow but it doesn’t have to rule every second, minute, and hour of every day for the rest of your life.
Maybe you should take that walk, make that phone call to a supportive friend, take a relaxing bath, watch a funny movie and feel through the depression knowing that it will only be seconds, minutes or hours before it subsides. You can beat it for a short time, if it decides to come back you have stored positive things to do.
You are capable of functioning just like everyone else in this world. You are not comforted or proud to admit you have depression but inevitably you do and you must accept it. Maybe in a mere hour the feelings will have passed and you can use every second and minute of this precious time to unleash a part of you not often seen.