The headline probably made you think this was going to be a depressing, melodramatic rant. Sorry to disappoint, but I’m a bit tired of those.
It may have taken me 20 years to admit these five little words, but it was a step in the right direction.
Depression kills and if you don’t want to hit bottom, stop digging the hole. This can happen to anyone, anywhere, anytime. But the good news is you can work this out of your system.
Sometimes the fear of facing anything or anyone is so strong that it can prevent us from leaving the comfort of our beds for hours, even days at a time. There’s no quick fix for the intense fatigue and mental exhaustion that accompanies depression, but here are few tricks I’ve learned for taking those first steps onto the hardwood.
My depression is alive and well. It wakes me up at three o’clock in the morning. I look outside of my bedroom window and I wonder how many other lonely souls have been awaken by sadness tonight.
Being sad is an emotion. And emotions, by nature, are temporary creatures. I am sad when a relationship ends or I watch a video of a dog waiting by the grave of a soldier. And is sadness a side effect of depression? Well yeah, duh. Absolutely. But having depression and being sad are not exclusive beasts.
We regret because we didn’t question enough.
“Asking for help doesn’t make you weak; it makes you human.”
How can something that causes so much pain and be medically proven just be brushed aside?
The first time it ever crossed my mind that I may have been suffering from depression came after months and months of feeling alone, empty, overwhelmingly sad and just downright exhausted to the bone.