It’s been a long time since I last wrote. I’ve been pretty busy. I moved and I’ve been getting my new house all together. My husband and I reached a “hiccup” in our marriage and took a breather from each other. I’ve dog sat. And for awhile I didn’t have Internet.
I know. Excuses. Excuses.
Normally I’d write about my dogs. They’re doing well; crazy and hyper as usual. I’ve been contemplating writing a book of anecdotes about them, but that’s another blog post.
I was browsing through the blogs I subscribe to and I saw something about Stand Up Against Depression. A quick Google search told me that this movement came about after Robin Williams passed away. It’s hard to believe that he’s gone. He’s basically been a part of my media life for as far back as I can remember. Suicide. I hoped it wasn’t suicide. I still hold out for a news press to say that it was an accident and that he didn’t intentionally take his life.
I’ve wanted to take my life a time or two. When I told people that I suffered from Depression, some would ask me “What do you have to be depressed about?” I had an ex that told me that I was an unhappy person. They didn’t understand that depression isn’t unhappiness. It isn’t, “oh my dog died and now I’m sad.” There really is no explaining what depression is like because every person suffers a little differently. Needless to say, I’ve stopped telling people about my depression unless they express that they too suffer from it.
Depression is nothing new. Suicide is nothing new. So how come when a famous person dies due to this, we suddenly rally against depression despite the fact that someone close to us has been suffering from depression for years?
Personally, I don’t think that we should stand up against depression. Depression is something that will always be there.
I think we should stand up against the stigma against depression. We need to realize that depression and sadness are not synonyms. Instead of asking a depression person why are they depressed, we should say “how can I help?” Or perhaps don’t say anything at all, just listen or if the depressed person doesn’t want to talk, just sit in silence.
As a person who has depression as a constant companion, I don’t need to be fixed. It may seem like it, but I’ve learned to just take things a day at a time. I remember that depression comes in waves and all I need to do is get through this wave. What I need, what we all need, is someone who will be there for us; someone who says, “I may not understand what you’re going through, but I’m here for you no matter what.”
So to all of my friends who suffer from depression, another mental illness, a physical illness, or even someone who is going through a tough time, I’m here for you.