Depression
is a funny thing. It affects rich people, poor people, extroverts,
and introverts. Whether its a chemical thing, or sparked by traumatic
events, it can (sometimes literally) take the life out of you. I'm
pretty open about my own struggle with depression because I think
it's important to the healing process. I know that I've been
extremely lucky because I have people in my life that love in my struggle, and I know for many people who
struggle with this have to deal with it alone and silently. My love
and prayers go out to you.
I
think that I first started struggling with depression about 3 or 4
years ago, and while I have gotten significantly better, there are
still days when I struggle with it. Normally I am an extremely
outgoing, happy person, but when I was in the worst of it I basically
shut down. I wasn't getting help, and I didn't think I would or even
could get better.
While
some would say that my depression was justified (some major family
crises happened), the truth is that I've been pretty blessed. To be
honest this sometimes made it worse. I felt guilty about every moment
I was sad because I felt I didn't deserve to be. I was only listening
to sad music, reading depressing things, and focusing on the darkness
instead to trying to let the light in.
Then
one day I had a personal crises. I won't go into detail on here, but I
will say that it scared me into realizing I needed help. This was a
huge turning point for me because up until then I didn't even really
want help. I am so lucky that I have the mom that I have, because as
soon as I shared with her that I needed help she was in go mode. I
started going to therapy, I saw a doctor, and was diagnosed with PTSD
and depression. Shortly after that I was put on medication to help
balance out my emotions, and it really did help (though not at first,
and I was both reluctant and doubtful about it).
While
this didn't "cure" me, it did set me down the path of
recovery. I've realized some things along the way as well. I realized it's okay
to take time to be sad and heal, and that I didn't need to feel
guilty or ashamed. Everyone has problems and heartbreak. Some people
do have it worse than me, and some have it better, but that doesn't
invalidate my own pain. I also realized the importance of what you
put into your mind and heart. I used to think I could listen to,
watch, and read whatever I wanted and I could be objective and not let it
affect me. This just isn't true, and once I realized that I had to
stop listening to depressing music, watching depressing shows,
reading harmful things, and hanging out with people who encouraged
these things. It was extremely difficult to give up these things, but
once I did I felt an immediate improvement.
Maybe
you or someone you know is battling with depression, and you don't
know how to help or get help for yourself. My advice to you is the
same whether you're dealing with yourself or someone you care about.
Be patient and kind, encourage being surrounded by positive things
rather than negative things, and find someone safe and trustworthy to
talk to. I also definitely encourage going to a doctor because how
frustrating would it be if you just had a chemical imbalance and this
whole time you've been suffering could have been avoided with one
small pill??
Wherever you are in life, I wish you all the luck in the world and hope this post helps in some small way.
