The problems with depression and anxiety

The problem with depression and anxiety:

There are many to be told about and this could be a continuous topic that goes on for years. Those who suffer it will probably shake their heads in agreement. Those who deal with loved ones who suffer from it may ‘get it’. While those who have never encountered it will ask one “Why are you depressed?”

Depression and anxiety are both silent, unseen diseases. It attacks from the inside. It starts in the brain for the most part. It affects your thoughts, your mood and your daily life all physically, mentally and emotionally. It attacks the mind, causing it to spiral all around, and half the time so fast you can’t even collect thoughts. Making it even harder as you don’t know where to start or end when reaching out.

When you suffer from one or both, you may not carry it all the time. It may hit for no reason at all, or it may be a million and one reasons. Or maybe the ‘no reason at all’ turns into a million. But, when it does hit, it’s never a joy ride. It’s not something you can just run to the pharmacy and grab and OTC pill for.

Some days a person who suffers depression is to anxious to sleep, yet to depressed to get out of bed. Days where they may not want anyone around and days they may want and need someone around. They want to be treated normal by those who know their illness, but sometimes do require a little extra love. Depression leaves them feeling hopeless, broken, alone, and even ashamed. And while they need that extra love, the first people they try to push away are those who love them the most, mainly because they don’t want to see them hurt or suffer, and they feel they are a burden to these people. They also hate to feel needy in any way.

They find themselves asking in their head what is wrong with them and feeling as if they can’t or don’t deserve to be loved when in this state. They often feel alone, one because it’s so hard to talk, because it’s a hard disorder for an outsider who doesn’t suffer to understand. And they may require a little extra love, because, well, they question everything mentioned above.

The last thing you can do is push these people. Let them open up freely but assure them, if you don’t understand that you would like to. Assure them the love and worth they have in your life. Don’t treat them like butter or with kid gloves. Treat them as they are just as human and weird as the rest of the world. Because let’s face it, none of us are normal, so how can you treat them normal. But don’t treat them as they are fragile or different.

Know that they have most likely had someone at some point in life treat them wrongly because of their disease, they most likely have had someone close who didn’t try or want to understand, and you can be damned sure someone has treated them ‘different’.

So, how do I know? I am one of these people. I have been for a good part of 20+ years. Some caused by trauma in life but mostly caused by a chemical imbalance within me. I, for so long, thought I was ‘alone’ and ‘trapped’ by this disease. Until the day came that I sat in a room full of people just like me. I, myself, have not suffered or survived the disease, but I have learned to cope. So I would say I am more a survivor than those who thought they were trapped, who thought they had no one, and ended life.

It gets easier in time as you learn to tell yourself to get out of bed, or don’t. You know how to handle it. But if you don’t, you learn that you only allow it so much time before you must push. You learn to love yourself a little more each time and to breathe and collect thoughts of the good things you do have. You might feel you have to dig in your lower moments but it will come. If you need meds, take them, they don’t make you crazy, as many stereotype. I can’t say I am the greatest follower of that last statement. I have taken myself off so many times ‘thinking’ I was better to find out it’s always going to be with me.. it’s like a limb on my body, it’s most likely not going anywhere.

I’d love to think every day that I am magically cured of this, but I know I am not. My racing mind tells me that much. My anxiety attacks at random tell me that. My exact thoughts of feeling alone, unwanted or unloved in a world full of love at times. And my times of just not wanting anyone to know that I may in fact be having ‘a moment’.

I came across the below image and it is so true on many accounts. I could check off at least 3/4 of the list at some points in life. Hell, I still do some on a daily basis I am sure.

Author: Dana Gidner-Kristal

perfectly imperfect

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