Reading a webcomic that is describing the last couple years of my life way too accurately. On trying to “cope” with depression:
“The absurdity of working so hard to continue doing something you don’t like can be overwhelming.”
That is exactly my life right now.
J.K. Rowling (via laurabarton)
So do the Dementors basically have no effect on depressed people or what?
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too. No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged. —
I look forward to not feeling like I live in a vacuum because I have so completely suppressed my thoughts and passions in the interests of my sanity.
Depression is hard and sometimes a seemingly insignificant thing, like being woken up by the sun at 6.45am because your blackout blind’s too small for you window, can remind you that, no matter how hard you try, you fail at everything.