I Battle Depression

I think one of the most frustrating aspects of battling depression is that many people do not understand exactly detrimental it is on your life. Many times, I'm hesitant to mention it to people because I don't want to be the ob<x>ject of ridicule for the next hour. Some people will say things like, "I'm sorry that you are sad, but just try to be happy."
Sure thing, I'll just tell my brain to stop mucking about in the abyssal depths of misery and sorrow; that there's no time for pain and suffering today. I know they mean well, but unless you've experienced it firsthand; it's difficult to comprehend how crippling is the disease of depression.
My wife doesn't get it, or maybe she just doesn't care. She tells me to get over it. That many people are sad, and that a lot of people have the same feelings I do. There is no doubt that many people are fighting depression. I see countless others on this group that share a similar fate, and I grieve for them.
However, just knowing that others are also suffering does not bring me respite. Seeing others writhe in endless agony does not quell the relentless screams for absolution. If anything, this has an adverse effect; it only serves to compound my own infernal damnation.
My mind desperately pleads for an end to the incessant abuse, and torment. I constantly have to block out the cries to end this pathetic existence. How should I be relieved that so many others share this curse?
I would like to apologize if this has hurt or upset anyone, but I just find it frustrating when people belittle or downplay the amount of pain we endure. I sincerely wish I could take everyone's pain away so that none would have to suffer the way I do, but I'm just one miserable soul and can only do so much.

Ludavin

I fully understand the feeling. It's so true that unless someone suffered from depression they can't understand it. My husband would tell me to snap out of it too until he went to therapy with me and had some insight on a particularly rough session of dealing with repressed memories. He still doesn't fully get it but there's some compassion. And knowing others suffer the same way doesn't take away your pain. But it helps to know there are some ppl who understand. If you'd care to, read some of my posts on it. They show varied levels and stages since I started on EP this past July. Maybe you can glean something. Just a thought. I hope you can work through the battle you're in. We each have our own but maybe there's hope in someone else's slight victory to give you inspiration or see something you haven't before. For me, I know depression is just something I have to live with and part of coping is accepting myself this way.