Mon Méchant.
Depression is like quicksand. It can mow you down surreptitiously and carefully bind you there until you have no urge to try to get out.
It’s a slow killer.
It does not thump you down instantly, but tactfully takes you by hand to a place which seems like no man’s land to you- till it feels like you’re the only one in the world who is suffering, which is the saddest part. Being lonely and not having anybody who will non-judgmentally listen to you or care makes it terribly worse.
It makes you lazy, hinders growth, directly attacks your self confidence and takes you on so many guilt trips. It’s like a plague which does not look at your age, occupation, or your financial or emotional status before hindering you in.
Sometimes you sleep a lot and sometimes you don’t sleep for days together. Poor shy introverts are its biggest victims and are hardest hit. It takes away your dreams and aspirations, your passion, happiness and shuns you off to where it is very, very hard to get back up on your own. It very strongly affects your work and reputation. You lose friends because you act weird, and you become asocial because you hide ‘cos you don’t know how or why to tell people how you’re feeling; and the fear of being shushed is always there.
When you are in that ‘depressed’ state of mind, you feel bad when you see everybody else on their foot, when you’re lying in a deep well of depression, waiting for someone/anyone from normalcy to dip a bucket around you, so you get going with the lot.
Having the knack of cheating your way out tactfully is a blessing. Exercising is good, but it takes incredible inner strength in itself to 'just get up and hit that gym!'. In double quotes. And the emotional trips that your anti-depressants take you on have an incredible story to tell and deserve a different piece of writing of their own.
How amazing it is to have people who let you express yourself and not pass judgmental remarks when you act funny or rude, but understand and just listen and stay.
I’m glad to be able to count such people in my life with both my hands.
Touchwood.
It’s a slow killer.
It does not thump you down instantly, but tactfully takes you by hand to a place which seems like no man’s land to you- till it feels like you’re the only one in the world who is suffering, which is the saddest part. Being lonely and not having anybody who will non-judgmentally listen to you or care makes it terribly worse.
It makes you lazy, hinders growth, directly attacks your self confidence and takes you on so many guilt trips. It’s like a plague which does not look at your age, occupation, or your financial or emotional status before hindering you in.
Sometimes you sleep a lot and sometimes you don’t sleep for days together. Poor shy introverts are its biggest victims and are hardest hit. It takes away your dreams and aspirations, your passion, happiness and shuns you off to where it is very, very hard to get back up on your own. It very strongly affects your work and reputation. You lose friends because you act weird, and you become asocial because you hide ‘cos you don’t know how or why to tell people how you’re feeling; and the fear of being shushed is always there.
When you are in that ‘depressed’ state of mind, you feel bad when you see everybody else on their foot, when you’re lying in a deep well of depression, waiting for someone/anyone from normalcy to dip a bucket around you, so you get going with the lot.
Having the knack of cheating your way out tactfully is a blessing. Exercising is good, but it takes incredible inner strength in itself to 'just get up and hit that gym!'. In double quotes. And the emotional trips that your anti-depressants take you on have an incredible story to tell and deserve a different piece of writing of their own.
How amazing it is to have people who let you express yourself and not pass judgmental remarks when you act funny or rude, but understand and just listen and stay.
I’m glad to be able to count such people in my life with both my hands.
Touchwood.
31-35, F
