Depression is hard. Anyone that has been through it knows that.
Possibly one of the worst feelings is feeling as if no one knows what you’re going through and you’re all alone. That’s what makes depression even harder. Feeling as if no one understands and no one can relate to you.
I’ll never forget the moment my mom came in my room and threw a load of books on my bed and said if I wasn’t going to manage to get up and go to school, then I better at least read something so my brain doesn’t turn to mush.
At first, I was absolutely appalled at the idea. But then I found the first Odyssey article that really hit home for what I was going through.
During this time, I had been experiencing a lot of dark thoughts. I had been questioning so many different things, like why I was even given a breath in this world, or what I was even working towards.
I had gotten to a point where I didn’t even fully understand what I was going through.
All I knew was that I felt like nothing had a purpose anymore and neither did I.
I felt so used and misunderstood and taken advantage of. To feel as if the only thing you are good for, is to be a piece in someone else’s bypass is a difficult thing to swallow.
This article made me realize that I’m not alone.
It made me realize that maybe no one physically around me knew what was going on and that maybe I myself didn’t even know what was going on. But that someone out there knew, and someone could help. All I had to do was be willing to accept help.
It took more than just an article to get me out of bed and get on with life, but those words planted a seed for my success.
It changed my perspective on getting help for myself. I thought that if I had to reach out on my own, then what would that say about the people around me? I came to realize that I didn’t have to fake being okay just for other people not to be offended by my mental health issues.
I had to realize that my mental health is one of the most important things in my life, and that’s why I had to get out of bed and do something about it. Because my life did matter. My life does matter.
I believe that if it had not been for this piece being published, and that if this writer had not put in her time and effort into her piece, I probably would not have had the strength to find help on my own and probably would not be here today to write this now.
So thank you, To Those With Depression, you saved my life.