I clearly remember being in the bowling alley with my brother, my aunt and my mother. All the sudden I felt like I didn’t want to do anything, so I sat aside. All I remember saying was, ‘I feel like Eeyore with a gray cloud over my head.’
Who knew Eeyore was depressed?
*Eeyore drops the mic*
Being depressed is like having the flu. When you’re sick, you forget how good you felt, but when you’re depressed, you forget what it’s like to be happy.
But just like the flu, it comes and goes.
You don’t really know when it will hit or at what time. Sometimes I feel like complete sh*t that I have to remind myself that is not my monthly period, it’s this thing that I have to live with and take medication for it.
To be a woman with a mental illness, it takes some balls. Balls that we don’t even have, but somehow we can take it.
This feeling of everything coming down on you, not wanting to get out of bed, not because you are lazy but because there is no sudden meaning in life. If you are lucky enough to have someone by your side that supports you through all of this, write them a note, be thankful for them. Not so many know what it is we are going through.
But hey, one step at a time right?