My Thoughts On Depression

When I feel like life sucks, I always try to have a good, long conversation with someone who is a lot worse off than I am. This usually brings me back to reality and gives me that slap in the face that I need to keep going. This also gives me a chance to do something good for someone else besides my gadget loving, money eating kids.

 While I speak of this lightheartedly, I know that depression and extreme mood swings can have an effect on people that is equivalent to being hit by a bus.  

Incapacitating depression is very real. 

I often have this conversation with my husband, who doesn’t believe that anyone has anything to be depressed about. His philosophy is as simple as PB&J. If God woke you up, you have no reason to be unhappy.  My rebuttal, Try telling that to the millions of people who are on the brink of suicide and depend heavily on medication and therapy just to get up and shower every day.

My mood swings and depression are nowhere near as bad, but I understand what it’s like to feel as though you’re the only person in the world. I understand what its like to want to get out of bed and be normal, but that “something” just keeps you lying there, wallowing around in your negativity while the rest of the world smiles and eats Quesadillas (Yes. I’m a foodie)

What the hell am I rambling about now? Depression and how we need to talk more about it. I’m talking about how we have people in our community that we may deem lazy and shiftless who could be suffering in silence and shame. While I can’t singularly do anything about it, I want to raise the issue so that we are more aware and sensitive to other human beings besides the Kardashian's and The Braxton's.

Do you know anyone who suffers from depression? Show them some love, not because you could be in their shoes, but because we are all human.