Most of my readers know I battle with mild/moderate depression and since losing my job, hence, health insurance. I have been on a roller coaster that doesn’t want to stop. A very good friend posted this on my personal page and I had to laugh when it is writers are probably the highest effected group of depression, that our depression led us to writing. I know this is true for me. Writing is my therapy, my escape from reality. I hope by posting this I help someone else who is currently caught in a “brainstorm” or help someone understand what the crushing pressure feels like when you’re desperately trying to keep it together for your family because they just think you’re “stressing too much” and need to “just get in a walk in some sunshine”. The quote I copied below really stood out to me and I will be sharing with a couple of friends that wish for me to snap out of it. God, I would if I could.
“I have a suspicion that society, in its heart of hearts, despises depressives because it knows they have a point: the recognition that life is finite and sad and frightening – as well as those more sanctioned outlooks, joyful and exciting and complex and satisfying. There is a secret feeling most people enjoy that everything, at a fundamental level, is basically OK. Depressives suffer the withdrawal of that feeling, and it is frightening not only to experience but to witness.”