If you’ve been reading this blog this year, you may have noticed a running melancholy in the posts. I realize they haven’t been exactly upbeat. Even though I’ve tried to put a positive spin on my angst, they’re kinda downers.
So far this year, I’ve written about the horrors of tax season (that’s not an exaggeration), my dog’s untimely death (seriously, why?), my teenage self vs my current self (like looking in a mirror), being persecuted for following my own path (probably paranoia, but you know what they say about that), turning 30 unmarried (and thinking about it way more than is healthy), and my crushing loneliness and restlessness.
So, what’s left to write about? Oh, yeah. My descent into depression. Depression is a horrible disease but it can be funny, too, right? Well, last night as I swallowed my shiny new Lexapro through snot and tears (again, not an exaggeration) it was really not funny. But today it is because, you know, Buzz Feed.
God bless Buzz Feed. Seriously, how many times has it just made your day? Like today with this article. Spoiler Alert: It’s stuff people posted on Tumblr about being really not ok. It spoke to me because there’s nothing worse than having to tell people you’re “fine” when you are really, really far from fine.
And a lot of people don’t get it. Which is why I appreciated this article. It puts a humorous spin on being supportive to a person going through depression. And it makes some great points. There’s such a stigma around depression and yet so many people suffer from it. The disease causes enough shame; we shouldn’t be getting it from the people around us, too. I feel misunderstood under normal circumstances so it’s ten times worse when I’m depressed and people think I’m just being weird and anti-social.
Laughter is good medicine but if you’re depressed or suspect you might be, please get help. This isn’t my first rodeo and I know that waiting only makes it worse. There will be days when you can laugh about it and days when you can’t. Let’s hope there are more of the former.