It’s that silent thing that no one likes to talk about, the elephant in the room. No one likes to address depression because it is still so frowned upon. People will always fear what they can not understand. Have I️ gone through depression? AB-SO-FUCKING-LUTELY. Do I talk about it enough? Probably not.
My depression and I️ made friends a long time ago. I️ recognize it happens as a sign of my OCD and anxiety. People always ask, what do YOU have to be depressed about? Yeah I’ve got a decent grip on things but there are days I’m barely making it. I’ve always been a fan of the dark side; I️ recognize we all have one. My OCD is so fucking real. Just because people are successful or somewhat put together doesn’t mean they can’t be depressed.
My mom passed away when I️ was 20 years old, I co-parent, my OCD and so on.
Do I️ let my depression get to me? Hell no! I️ work hard at it. It’s a silent monster I️ feel creep up on me when I️ least expect it. I️ work hard at being happy because I truly believe happiness is an inside job. I️ recognize it isn’t that easy for others. I️ have decided that I️ will not let my anxiety cripple me. I️ will not become its bitch.
I’m here to say it’s okay to be depressed, to get depressed. What’s not okay is not asking for help. Be honest with the people who love and support you. They may not understand what you are going through but they will always be there to lend a helping hand. Seek help and be honest, this is key.
We need to have deeper conversations with the people we love and start addressing the elephant in the room.
If anyone needs to talk, please feel free to email me. I will be more than happy to listen…