Yes, I Have Depression, No, I'm Not Depressed

Yes, I Have Depression, No, I'm Not Depressed

I live for myself now, and I won't let depression get in my way anymore.

You hear a lot of talk about depression, but if you haven’t had this awful disease, then you don’t completely understand it.

I wish I was one of those people who didn’t understand what it was like to go through it, but I am. It is truly the worst thing I have had to deal with, and I struggled with it for six years. It may be something I wish I never had to go through but it has taught me to really enjoy the life I have and to not take it for granted. I still have my battles, yes, but it’s not constant anymore.

It started when I was a freshman in high school. And, of course, a lot of it stemmed from this certain boy, although that’s not the only reason. I went through freshman year like a zombie. I really didn’t care about anything. I went from an honor student to failing classes. The only class I actually did good in was geography because I’m a history nerd. I played volleyball but that’s only because I had to force myself to do it. But at the same time, I lost the love and interest I had for it, just like I did everything else. After freshman year, I came out to be homeschooled, thinking maybe that will help. It did, but not enough.

Staying home every day, doing the same thing over and over again, only gave me more time to sit and think about things that had never crossed my mind before. I got distant, I stopped hanging with friends, and I did nothing. I finally came to the point where I knew I had to get out, so I got a job working at the local library. For two and a half hours of the day, I was a busybody.

Two and a half hours of nothing but working, and that certainly helped, for that little bit of time.

A couple years pass and I’m finally a senior. Applying to colleges, working my butt off, saving money(sort of). And then I finally find someone who I thought I was going to spend a fairly good amount of time with. But we all have those thoughts when we meet someone, right? In my case, that didn’t go the way I planned.

The whole time, there was nothing but drama, and lies, and him running around on me. Which ultimately led to the worst day of my life. December 14th, 2016, I hit my all time low. And I won’t get graphic, but there was self-harm involved, something I never thought I would get to. But it happened, and I can’t take it back. It was the worst day, but a learning lesson, too. From that day on, I vowed to myself, that I would NEVER let someone get me that low again.

Months pass, and here I am, at college. I am finally living now. And I say that with complete honesty. I have a good group of friends, and I’m finally on the road to be a teacher, which is what I’ve always dreamed about. I wrote this article to say that it does get better. In time, you will be living your best life again. I did this by myself, but you don’t have to. If you are struggling, there is no shame in asking for help.

And I still have my days, everyone does. But there’s not a constant dark cloud looming over my head now. I can go out and have fun with my friends and not have to fake it anymore. I have everything to live for. I have the cutest nephew in the world, I have real friends, and I'm working towards getting my degree.

So yes, I have depression, but at the same time, I'm not depressed. I’m genuinely happy for the first time in six years and I’m not letting depression take that away from me again.

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To The Person Who Feels Suicidal But Doesn't Want To Die

Suicidal thoughts are not black and white.

Everyone assumes that if you have suicidal thoughts that means you want to die.

Suicidal thoughts are thought of in such black-and-white terms. Either you have suicidal thoughts and you want to die, or you don't have suicidal thoughts and you want to live. What most people don't understand is there are some stuck in the gray area of those two statements, I for one am one of them.

I've had suicidal thoughts since I was a kid.

My first recollection of it was when I came home after school one day and got in trouble, and while I was just sitting in the dining room I kept thinking, “I wonder what it would be like to take a knife from the kitchen and just shove it into my stomach." I didn't want to die, or even hurt myself for that matter. But those thoughts haven't stopped since.

I've thought about going into the bathroom and taking every single pill I could find and just drifting to sleep and never waking back up, I've thought about hurting myself to take the pain away, just a few days ago on my way to work I thought about driving my car straight into a tree. But I didn't. Why? Because even though that urge was so strong, I didn't want to die. I still don't, I don't want my life to end.

I don't think I've ever told anyone about these feelings. I don't want others to worry because the first thing anyone thinks when you tell them you have thoughts about hurting or killing yourself is that you're absolutely going to do it and they begin to panic. Yes, I have suicidal thoughts, but I don't want to die.

It's a confusing feeling, it's a scary feeling.

When the depression takes over you feel like you aren't in control. It's like you're drowning.

Every bad memory, every single thing that hurt you, every bad thing you've ever done comes back and grabs you by the ankle and drags you back under the water just as you're about the reach the surface. It's suffocating and not being able to do anything about it.

The hardest part is you never know when these thoughts are going to come. Some days you're just so happy and can't believe how good your life is, and the very next day you could be alone in a dark room unable to see because of the tears welling up in your eyes and thinking you'd be better off dead. You feel alone, you feel like a burden to everyone around you, you feel like the world would be better off without you. I wish it was something I could just turn off but I can't, no matter how hard I try.

These feelings come in waves.

It feels like you're swimming and the sun is shining and you're having a great time until a wave comes and sucks you under into the darkness of the water. No matter how hard you try to reach the surface again a new wave comes and hits you back under again, and again, and again.

And then it just stops.

But you never know when the next wave is going to come. You never know when you're going to be sucked back under.

I always wondered if I was the only one like this.

It didn't make any sense to me, how did I think about suicide so often but not want to die? But I was thinking about it in black and white, I thought I wasn't allowed to have those feelings since I wasn't going to act on them. But then I read articles much like this one and I realized I'm not the only one. Suicidal thoughts aren't black and white, and my feelings are valid.

To everyone who feels this way, you aren't alone.

I thought I was for the longest time, I thought I was the only one who felt this way and I didn't understand how I could feel this way. But please, I implore you to talk to someone, anyone, about the way you're feeling, whether it be a family member, significant other, a friend, a therapist.

My biggest mistake all these years was never telling anyone how I feel in fear that they would either brush me off because “who could be suicidal but not want to die?" or panic and try to commit me to a hospital or something. Writing this article has been the greatest feeling of relief I've felt in a long time, talking about it helps. I know it's scary to tell people how you're feeling, but you're not alone and you don't have to go through this alone.

Suicidal thoughts aren't black and white, your feelings are valid, and there are people here for you. You are not alone.

If you or someone you know is experiencing suicidal thoughts, call the National Suicide Prevention Hotline — 1-800-273-8255

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In Real Life, 'Plus Size' Means A Size 16 And Up, Not Just Women Who Are Size 8's With Big Breasts

The media needs to understand this, and give recognition to actual plus-size women.


Recently, a British reality dating TV show called "Love Island" introduced that a plus-sized model would be in the season five lineup of contestants. This decision was made after the show was called out for not having enough diversity in its contestants. However, the internet was quick to point out that this "plus-size model" is not an accurate representation of the plus-size community.

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It is so frustrating that the media picks and chooses women that are the "ideal" version of plus sized. In the fashion world, plus-size starts at size 8. EIGHT. In real life, plus-size women are women who are size 16 and up. Plunkett Research, a marketing research company, estimated in 2018 that 68% of women in America wear a size 16 to 18. This is a vast difference to what we are being told by the media. Just because a woman is curvy and has big breasts, does NOT mean that they are plus size. Marketing teams for television shows, magazines, and other forms of media need to realize that the industry's idea of plus size is not proportionate to reality.

I am all for inclusion, but I also recognize that in order for inclusion to actually happen, it needs to be accurate.

"Love Island" is not the only culprit of being unrealistic in woman's sizes, and I don't fully blame them for this choice. I think this is a perfect example of the unrealistic expectations that our society puts on women. When the media tells the world that expectations are vastly different from reality, it causes women to internalize that message and compare themselves to these unrealistic standards.

By bringing the truth to the public, it allows women to know that they should not compare themselves and feel bad about themselves. Everyone is beautiful. Picking and choosing the "ideal" woman or the "ideal" plus-size woman is completely deceitful. We as a society need to do better.

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