If you suffer from depression, then you know how hard it is to accomplish even the simplest of tasks. For example, writing this. I’ve already written and deleted about 4 or 5 ideas to post this week. Some including why coffee and wine don’t mix. (I found that out the hard way the other day.) How true love does exist, my grandparents being a fine example of that. I was also going to write about how 2016 is thematically lining up with Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire/ Order of the Phoenix. But I deleted them all. None of them seemed good enough. Maybe I’ll revisit them, maybe I won’t.
It’s hard as a writer to be creative and present new creative views when the only view you want to see is the ceiling of your bedroom as you’re wrapped up in a blanket as you rage war against your own mind. It also doesn’t help when the weather matching how you’re feeling as if wanting to valid your shittiness.
Getting out of bed is hard.
Not like you feel old and it hurts to get out of bed. Though, I’ve had a few of those days too. But it’s physically difficult to find the motivation to move on with your day when you’re already feeling defeated.
Work is hard.
Even if it’s a normal day, and there aren’t too many fires to put out, you feel like you’ve only burden the people around you. Adding more stress to yourself and your coworkers. And you feel like barely anything has been accomplished.
Eating is hard.
Constantly struggling with opposite ends of hunger, wanting to eat everything in sight or go until dinner without realizing you haven’t had anything yet but coffee and water.
Expressing how you feel to others is hard.
There’s a stigma. When you finally mustard up the courage to tell a friend, you feel judge. When you reach out to someone you get the ‘oh just cheer up, it isn’t that bad.’ Wow, I wish I thought of that sooner. You really helped. Thanks. *eye roll*
Hiding it is hard.
You don’t want to bum out the people around you. You find yourself constantly acting like everything is okay. I guess that’s why most comedians are depressed, but they put on a literal act to cover up their depression while they also talk about why they are depressed.
I think the overall message I want you to understand, is to be mindful of the people surrounding you. You don’t know what troubles they are battling. Whether it is seen or not, everyone faces some kind of demon. If someone is reaching out to you, listen. They may just want to get something off their chest. Don’t tell a depressed person to ‘cheer up’. Ever. Offer to spend time with them. Make them feel comfortable. And in the great words of Ellen “be kind to one another.”
