A year ago today I wrote the following on facebook after reading tons of negative posts/comments after the news of Robin Williams suicide.
You can click to make the picture larger. Basically it says that I have a condition called Dysthymia, double depression, and one therapist believes that I could have had it since I was eight years old. I’m not sure what made her think that age, I can’t remember anything happening then, but she probably picked up on something I said and didn’t even realize.
Thanks to facebook’s handy dandy ‘memories’ function I came across it again today and thought it would be a good thing (for me) to repost. I remember being happier this time last year, there had been no deaths, no major financial crisis’, no depressed child… well I should say, I didn’t know about my child’s depression.
2015 is now ‘Hell Year’ and I really can’t wait for it to be over, but I’m getting off track of why I’m writing this today.
It was posted again this morning and I had a few new likes and a couple new comments. One reminding that my track record for surviving is 100% so far (I disagree, but we all have a different definition of survival or at least I do). And then… someone shared it.
I was surprised at first. Then freaked out. And then scared. I mean, I wrote it so my friends would know about my condition and that it’s not as simple as ‘getting over it’, to show that depression comes in all shapes and forms and sometimes the people you think are okay and have their stuff together can also be the face of depression.
I just never thought that someone would see those words and think “Hey! This must be shared!”
It’s quite humbling to be honest.