But the weird thing about depression is that it tends to further isolate you from people, thereby making it ever-harder for anyone to bridge the gap and really hear you in the way you need to be heard. So it becomes progressively more difficult to feel that you aren’t alone with your pain, which can make the despair feel permanent and unsolvable.
This is the most insidious thing about depression, I think: It makes itself more powerful by dragging you away from the world outside of yourself.
By John Green about his character Alaska Young (Looking for Alaska)
No - it does not get better. We cope better some days, others not so. I’m fed up of people telling me it does, or that I just need to think positive (I try, I really do#, or just reach out to people #like all those people are reaching out to me?# It’s true - we need to adapt, to be able to find a way through the dark haze, to struggle to find a point to living, and to keep on battling each day #sometimes each hour) at a time. When people point out simple statements like ‘think happy’ - I try to make them aware that sometimes just getting out of bed and not wanting to run your motorbike off into a telegraph pole are the kind of battles I face…
By "It gets better" is a blatant lie. : depression
This was an art project for school, the assignment being to do a piece on some social injustice. As a person who has been, is, and likely will be depressed in the future, I feel a strong shame when the topic of depression is brought up in a social setting, as if my struggle is some kind of a disease. The way depression is talked about is, for some reason, separate from the way physical injuries are discussed. My pain and injury is no less than that of someone with physical evidence that there is something wrong, which is absolute bullcrap.
Regrets and apologies are all very well, but there’s things that happen in a person’s life that are so scorched in the memory and burned into the heart that there’s no forgetting them. They’re like brands.
You do not fix depression. Nobody fixes depression. You endure depression. You minimise it. You adapt to it. You do not fix it. These people are coming to you and they are not looking for a cure (well, some misguidedly are, but they’re not going to find one). They are looking for someone to just say “Hey, you’re you? Ok, that’s cool. You is an ok person.” That’s all. That’s the best you can do for them. Just accept them. No fixing. No solutions. Because what fixing means, underneath the surface, is “Yeah, You is not an ok person as is”. Just let them be them.
Because of all the things a sufferer of depression lacks, acceptance is the simplest.
By Trachtas comenta en I try to help suicidal people - sick of their excuses