This is what depression looks like:
This is what depression feels like (to me anyway.)
It's more than the really bad days of not being able to get out of bed. The idea of getting out of bed is exhausting. Not showering for days on end and not giving a rat's ass about it. Not eating for days or perhaps the opposite and shoveling food mindlessly and probably guilt tripping yourself for it every step of the way. It's the days where you feel like that but you do get out of bed, too.
If you have kids, you still have to get them ready for school and take them to their appointments. Sure, maybe your in sweats instead of actual clothes but who cares. You clearly don't.
If you work, you work. You don't socialize, you don't count the minutes. You just work and you're not entirely sure if you're grateful it's over because you hate working but now what the fuck are you going do with your time?
Every activity takes effort. Every activity. The world looks as if it is tinted in a lower temperature color. Food doesn't taste as good. You drink, whether it's to be numb or shut the noise in your head or just to feel, settled. Or perhaps some other alternative to cope.
Your body and you argue. You're sore for no reason or just tired all of the time. Or both.
At first you say how you feel. Then you feel like a burden. Maybe you are. Maybe you aren't. You take care of everyone except yourself because all you are trying to do at this point is survive. This is usually the point when people bring up the things you do (or don't do) because you're depressed, you're aware of them. When people bring them up a feeling erupts, across between; feeling guilty and angry. Guilty for your behavior or lack there of and that they noticed and want you to know they noticed. Anger because you now feel as if your feelings are no longer valid and only their feelings are and why not just do it instead of making me feel bad about it because obviously on this day I am struggling?
People who love you try to understand and maybe they really do. But let's be honest it's annoying when a family member isn't contributing or is grumpy, sad or angry all of the time.
So you stop saying how you feel. It's too hard to continuously repeat yourself and it's not going away, it just keeps coming back. So you smile. You laugh. You try to, fake it till you make it.
Then people like us see these smiling photos stream across social media. Smiling, happy. All the while suffering. Enduring. Fighting. They don't know they aren't alone.
So, apparently. This is what depression looks like. We put makeup on so we can feel normal, look normal and maybe to fake it. Maybe it's so the people in our lives will stop asking if we are okay because no, we are not okay. Maybe we don't wan't the shame and guilt of feeling how we feel. Maybe we are just too damn depressed to have another conversation about it. Today I am not okay and that is okay. Just maybe, tomorrow I will be and that smile might be real. If it's not? I suppose you might not really be able to tell because we live in a world where those who carry the burden of a mental illness feel like a burden. It's not just the words people say it's their actions time and time again. The longer someones struggle is with their disorder, the longer they suffer. The less patient I find people to be. It's a sad world I find us to be in. Where those who always have the kindest of hearts are often the most broken.
Much love to you all, be kind to one another. Keep fighting through the darkness and know you are worth fighting for, your life is worth fighting for. The good days are worth it. Don't give up.
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