Depression. · 1:29pm Jun 16th, 2016
Depression is an odd thing as it leads you to do stupid things, i know becasue i've been there twice now. First attempt was with bleach, i spent 2 months in a hospital afterwards and all i felt was shame and disappointment of myself. My most recent attempt i jumped of a bridge and by some miracle i survived.
And you know i felt, all i felt was shame and disappointment. Depression can be overcome, but if you be an arrogant ass and try to push away people who are only trying to help you are going to have a have bad time. Having friends to help is the best treatment for depression and even if you don't want to talk to them, just try and once you get a conversation flowing and maybe throw a few jokes it's a great feeling when you can just freely speak with someone and just someone to listen. Just speak to someone and let out to someone you trust, stop trying to bottle it up within you.
Suicide, why do the depressed look too suicide? It's an easy way out, but why die when you can turn you're life around and do something great with it. When i was depressed i thought no one cared about me and well i started crying about and well after i came back from my second attempt at suicide and i saw the amount of people who cared about me i just wanted to cry, it was so heart touching.
Me, i'm over my depression and using my personal experience to help others out now.
So i will leave this little thing The Pony of Darkness said to me. "You have to get over it! You can either worry about the past and miss the chance that could change your life in a good way"
Well said my friend, well said.
v. brave and well articulated
You and me both, brother.
I'm glad that you're helping others now with this
saved me again, friend.
*Gives hugs* I know how depression can affect someone... But I always told myself that dying was never an option so never did it, I'm glad I did not. Even knowing I don't really have anything going for me, I found ponies and they really did help me a lot. They made me happy and I get to Esperance and learn from them.
Maybe someday I'll find love as well, or even find a way to meet with them. we'll just have to wait and see...
While this post is sweet, touching and, honestly, makes me root for you forever, I feel like it can be a bit of... miss-informative and can, without wanting to sound like a finger-pointer, help perpetuate the stigmatization behind such prevalent yet misunderstood (by the lays) psychopathology. You see, and I apologize if I sound like a doc (heh) or if you already know this, but the thing with depression isn't sadness. Depression is not... blues.
Depression is not sadness.
Depression is not crying.
Depression is not crying.
Anedonia
Ambivalence
Those are the hallmark, "trite-'n-true" signs of depression. To suggest that one only needs to talk, even if as an attempt to engage with the depressed in an honest-to-goodness attempt to cheer them up, can sound as something very condescending. For what can they do, if it's literally beyond their control?
But I like how you are trying to raise awareness that this is a real pathology and not, as some unfortunately see it, "teenage angst" or "being a cuck beta pussy syndrome".
Thank you.
I mean it.