“When I was in 3rd grade, I found Polaroids of my parents getting down and dirty on their honeymoon.”
What I wish people would understand is that people with depression don’t need messages of “it gets better,” sometimes, we just need someone to listen.
I knew a girl who laughed when she was sad. And she was always laughing. Nothing was funny, nothing at all, but she laughed anyway.
I am here. Someone is here – for you. There is a person that needs you. They need your smile and your laugh.
I’m sorry if you thought this would be another article beautifully describing a mental illness. Unfortunately, it’s not beautiful and it doesn’t deserve the lengthy description most people are artistically gifting it.
There are just way too many factors that can be affecting the way a person feels. Maybe one of a guy’s neurotransmitters has gone wonky, or maybe there’s an external trigger to his distress, or maybe it’s tied to his insomnia or another pre-existing condition. So perseverance is key.
People who have never been clinically depressed have a lot of advice for those who have, and pretty much none of it is helpful.
“I feel really uninspired with my life,” I said to Ms. Salvatore, straight faced after class.
I grew so close to her that I knew how to “push her buttons” so-to-speak. I knew how to make her tick, and my desire to gauge a reaction became an addiction of sorts, like my own version of entertainment at her expense.
You understand that time cannot possibly reverse itself, and so, in all the glory of your grief, you curse yourself for your inability to make amends and your remarkable lack of appreciation of their existence.