coping with depression
And when you're done resting on your laurels, summon up the courage and strength to devise and take the second step. Now
The worst thing you can do with depression is guilt yourself for having it. Depression feels awful enough; don't tell yourself your wrong or bad or unworthy just because you have it.
The platform isn't just mason jars and succulents.
My intention in writing about depression is to share my experiences frankly and openly in the hope that something inspires or supports another going through their own hell. Depression is a serious illness and one that sadly carries a huge stigma. It frustrates me that people are fearful.
One of my oldest friends called me yesterday. She lived 10 minutes away from Robin Williams and wanted to talk about him. She'd recently seen him at a bookstore and one of her kids had gone to school with his stepdaughter. My friend and I are alike in many ways, but perhaps in one that is most important: suicide hits too close to home.
To make a very long story short, it took weeks to have two surgeries, one lithotripsy, and weeks of recuperating at home
The good news is that you can feel better. If you are in a relationship, you can feel more connected. And your family can function in a much healthier manner. These three steps are a beginning. The beginning of a journey where you will start to know who you really are.
The simultaneous presence and absence of a mother is a dull but persistent ache that is ironically and chronically prodded on this particular day.
I had no plan for how far I would walk each day or how long it would take, but I was done being sad. It was time to go.
It was never on any of the aptitude and vocational tests I took in high school, but apparently I have the qualities of an advice columnist. Because I get a LOT of email asking about a LOT of things. One of those things, especially over the last few months, is depression.
When you are depressed and someone tells you "but life is going to be AMAZING" you can't see it. It's not that you don't believe it. You do. You really, really do. But it doesn't matter. It's not right now. It's like telling someone with a broken arm "hey, one day it's going to not be broken."
What surprised me the most though was how quickly I had fallen into the basement of my own psyche. I had thought of myself as having inner strength and a strong faith. However, I really was living on thin ice.