Forty Years Of Depression-what Helps Sometimes?

 Many times just reading about how someone else interprets depression helps me to understand and accept my own in a new light.  Depression is not who you are, depression is something that interferes with who you are...like a separate entity.  Some people will never experience what it feels like while many of us suffer silently trying to trudge along through the everyday necessities of life...or sometimes we cannot even trudge along. 


 

Someone wrote the following (found it on the web,) and did so very accurately. I found a bit of comfort in this person's interpretation and hope you find comfort as well:

Depression is when you can't sleep and you get so bored looking at your ceiling, that you spend weeks and nights contemplating what to do with it only to find that you wouldn't have enough determination to do it. 

Depression has the feeling of death, without the dying par.

Depression is the killing of the broken pieces of your heart.

Depressing is slow motion and fast motion at the same time.

Depression is hoping to survive and hoping not to at the same time.

Depression isn't contemplating suicide, but wishing you were already there.

Depression eats your insides out, smiling.

Depression is waking up knowing you have to live another day while others pray for one

Depression makes you who you are and who you'll always never want to be

Depression, mostly, is when you have had it so long that you are scared of who you will be when and if you get better.  You wonder if you could survive happy and if the happiness would eventually destroy you and eat you up.

 
FuschiaTulip FuschiaTulip
51-55, F
1 Response Mar 7, 2010

You're right about how hearing others' interpretations of depression is somehow comforting. I'm very tired of having to try and explain it to others who question it with a narrow mind. I can relate to all of the viewpoints you've listed. I avoid having to explain it is not possible.<br />
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I've dealt with it for most of my life and not too long ago I finally read a description that started to make me feel less defensive about depression. The description is "depression robs you of your willpower". I always prided myself on my willpower and imagined it to be very strong and able to surmount all obstacles. I felt so ashamed when I first realized that I no longer possessed my willpower. It still feels like such a character flaw, however, at least I understand it a little better even if no one else seems to. <br />
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Thank you for your insights.